odds & ends in photo form

I’ve had this window up all day to compose some sort of blog post, but I’m having one of those days that doesn’t want to fit in words, so I just ran around my studio/office and found odd little things to show, instead. A picture is worth a lot of words, or so I hear.

flax-golden tales: sprinkles

sprinkles

A little girl stops at my table, eye level with my bowl of ice cream.

“You don’t have sprinkles,” she observes.

“The sprinkle station was too crowded,” I explain.

“I’ll get you some,” she says. She walks solemnly over to the no-longer-crowded sprinkle station, standing on her toes to peruse the selection.

After thorough consideration, she comes back with two glittering jars: one green and one pink.

“These ones are Happy,” she says, shaking the green jar delicately over my bowl of naked ice cream. “And these ones are Sad,” she says, repeating the gesture with the pink sprinkles, letting them fall like tiny rose petals.

“Thank you,” I say, though I’m not sure what she means.

“When you eat them both together, they taste like memories,” she tells me, before returning both jars to the sprinkle station.

About flax-golden tales. Photo by Carey Farrell. Text by Erin Morgenstern.

lapins!

I have the best friends. Dearest darling Clovia sent me Mr Clement Lapins.

They are like perfect little rêveurs, they even came with the scarves!*

 

*The hardcore circus fans wear red scarves.

reading

I am all reading & writing & very little arithmetic around here lately, so in lieu of actual blog content, here is a peek at the latest additions to the ever-growing to-read pile:

The Thin Man is my last Hammett novel left to read, sadly, though I have plenty of short stories to crawl into afterward. I’ve never had a literary crush the way I’m crushing on Dashiell Hammett right now. His prose makes my toes curl.

Also, this pile of books is sitting upon my iPad 2 cover. My iPad 2 is still in China, as far as I know. The cover is lovely, though.

flax-golden tales: ideas

ideas

Where do you get your ideas? people ask, as though they want the address of a store where they can buy Ideas in bulk, wrapped in plastic for durability.

With “IDEAS!” in eye-catching lettering on the package and a 40% discount.

But as far as I know, there is no such store.

So the inquirers are always disappointed by my response.

And truly, I don’t get my ideas anywhere. They find me.

They sneak in through windows and wait for me on street corners.

They hide at the bottoms of teacups and in between glasses of wine.

They harass me in the moments before sleep, curling up on my pillow like demanding cats and whispering in my ears.

They grow like weeds in my head and there is no escaping them.

About flax-golden tales. Photo by Carey Farrell. Text by Erin Morgenstern.

links & a kitten in a box

Two (2!) ways you can give money for Japan relief and get cool things in the process:

Kitten in a box: