Okay, my web guru did some magic things and it appears everything is back in working order complete with classic theme, hurrah! At some point I’ll likely end up redoing the whole site anyway, but for now it works.
Email is also working (though I’m still way behind on replies) and I may have lost some comments in all the construction, my apologies for that.
I appreciate your patience and in thanks I share a picture of my new elephant:
So in the process of moving the site to a new server something got… grumpy with my wordpress theme and it seems the theme support has vanished from the internet and I have managed to make it functional if less pretty for the moment.
I’ll be spending the evening trying to either make it less grumpy or find a new theme (suggestions welcome – something minimal & customizable) and also eating ice cream.
Also! This means my site-based email is down, rah.
the short yet joyful lives of soap bubbles
The first to arrive is confused but only for a moment before a companion appears.
Look! the first bubble says to the second, and as more bubbles join them the word is repeated and echoed by bubble after bubble. Look, look!
They tumble upward and dance on breezes, giddily spinning as they stare at the strange new world they have been blown into.
Look! they say to their fellow bubbles, sometimes so enthusiastically that they bump into each other and cling and spin together.
They peer in windows and exclaim at the contents.
They ask questions about how and why but the answers seem unimportant.
People smile at them and they smile in return, giddy for having made people smile by simply existing.
When some bubbles begin to pop, the others gasp and sigh and rush to share their thoughts and observations with their remaining friends.
And when only a solitary bubble is left with no one else to talk to it looks around and around at the sky and the ground and everything in between in blissful silence until it too explodes with joy.
About flax-golden tales. Photo by Carey Farrell. Text by Erin Morgenstern.
I seriously just spent a considerable amount of time writing a post that was mostly little bits of things and also a list of things that I am going to post about in upcoming proper posts and then there was some sort of draft-saving internet hiccup and now that post has vanished.
So, as I do not have time to rewrite it today, I instead give you a fraction of that missing post in the form of the pile of unintentionally color-coordinated books I bought today. I blame the fact that the text in Sacré Bleu is actually blue for ending up with a very blue bunch of books.
always darjeeling
It’s not that good a trick, really.
There are ooohs and aaahhs when I show someone who hasn’t seen it before, but only the first time.
After the second time they complain that I can’t do it with anything else.
Like it’s not that impressive to draw something in chalk and have it become real once the drawing is complete since I can only do it with teacups.
Even though the teacups materialize with actual tea inside.
But the tea will only be hot if I draw the steam, and I have to draw lots of it in order to obtain proper tea-drinking temperature.
I usually don’t drink it, anyway.
It’s never sweetened, even if I draw sugar cubes.
And it’s always Darjeeling.
No matter how much I wish for Earl Grey.
About flax-golden tales. Photo by Carey Farrell. Text by Erin Morgenstern.