Brimfield

Well, I made it out to the final Brimfield weekend of the year and it couldn't have been a more beautiful day for it! After a rainy week, the sky was clear as a bell and the sun was shining... perfect. And I didn't buy a single thing, which was fine by me. It's just so much fun (and then, eventually, sort of exhausting) to stroll through the stalls just looking. And getting inspired for all of the projects that you could do if you would do them... someday. But when you do, you know that you can find the right bits & pieces at Brimfield! And it was such a nice way to spend a day with friends, the youngest of which, at only 2 months old, is already a natural at this sort of thing.

Tomorrow is the very last day for the season and the forecast is sunny & cool. Take a little drive out there for a lot of inspiration.

We used to wait

I know that this is going to sound all so nostalgic, and it probably is, but I really miss getting letters in the mail. And even sending real letters, because I don't do much of that either. I used to... all the time... with little scraps of images and drawings and bits of whatever taped to the pages. It was like being with the person you were sending it to, really thinking of them reading it... a connecting thread along a time line. Now I spend quite a lot of time g-chatting with far away friends, and that's great too: immediate and spontaneous and totally informal. But an actual letter: the weight of the paper, the sender's handwriting and pen choice, even the indentations of typewriter keys... it's like a touch, like something to hold on to in a way that you never would or could, even if you printed and bound all of your most lovely emails.

Just knowing how excited I always am to see a letter in my mailbox, slipped in between the coupon fliers and the magazines, makes me want sit down and write a few myself, for old times' sake...


Fruity embossed rhymes

Joe ♡s Jane
Someone found this in a book. A (non-digital) happy accident.