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So it begins


OK, so the flask has absolutely nothing to do with anything. Except it’s completely awesome. And tomorrow’s the first day of winter, and one might need a little nip of something to warm the innards.

Also, I should have at least one photo of the amazing frost that decorated the town. This past week, you see, God swept through and flocked all the trees; the brilliant white against a sky of grey, was a sight to behold. And yet, I’ve got nothin’. Work, work, work . . . that’s all I’ve accomplished as of late.

But once today comes to a close, I’m going to get serious. With five glorious days off, I duly intend to catch up on frivolity and all manner of festivity.

I hope the same might be true of you.

Merriest of weekend wishes to you, my friends!

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Bookish bits

I’ve said it before, no doubt I’ll say it again, but I love reading the Paris Review Interviews. P. D. James, The Art of Fiction No. 141 is amongst my favorites. One, she did not start writing until she was in her forties; two, so much of what she says, rings true; and three, she offers a few gems–like this one:  When I am writing a novel I never go anywhere without carrying a notebook in which I can jot down descriptions of places, impressions of the people I may meet, snatches of dialogue or a new sophistication of plot.

Now, I know to have a notebook handy for random bits of inspiration–but I’ve never thought to have one dedicated to a specific story. I’m thinking these might be perfect . . .


{Scout Mini composition notebooks from Schoolhouse Electric & Supply Co.}

Speaking of authors, and stories, and books, today is National Paperback book day. To celebrate, I’m giving away a paperback book on the book blog. Since I never do giveaways here, you mustn’t miss out . . .

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My future’s so bright

Two months until Autumn!

While some of you may bemoan this fact, I shed a little tear thinking it also means two more months of hot. To console myself, I’ve been on the lookout for a new pair of shades. 

The moment I spotted this pair, it was love . . .


{V130 Round Retro sunglasses}

Unfortunately, I possess a ridiculously fine bone structure. Even now, with a few more pounds than I’d care to admit, I can’t pull off round glasses–even John Lennon glasses tend to make me look buggy.

It’s a sad state of affairs, my friends.

Still, I think one of us should have this pair. I promise not to be jealous when you step out looking completely fabulous. And least, I promise to do my best . . .

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If I had a hammer

One grandfather was a mechanic. One grandfather was an electrician–as is my father. Together they taught me that every girl should know how to change a tire, change the oil in a car, and rewire household fixtures with little to no assistance. I’m not sure how many of those lessons I took to heart, but I do know my Phillips to my flat-head. I know every girl should have tools all her own — and I’m pretty sure those tools should be a reflection of her style.

Take this hammer-screwdriver set, for instance . . .

tool set

{Hammer Screwdriver set from Schoolhouse Electric & Supply Co.}

A modern take on the basics . . . just the basics.  Perfect for those little projects that don’t break a sweat. An added feature: the built-in excuse; after all, if you haven’t the tools to get the job done, you can’t possibly be expected to do it yourself!*

*My poor, poor grandpas; if they were around to see this post, they’d be so disappointed. My dad? Well, considering he’s usually the one I call to finish the job, he’d probably be the least bit surprised. 

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Be it shore or sea

The thought of sailing days on end makes me queasy–which is why it’s my dad’s dream, and not mine. 

Yes, he dreams of laid back adventures, cutting his way through waters of deep. One of these days . . .

In the meantime, he’s working like a madman.

Perhaps I should get him these lovely utensils for father’s day . . .    


{Nautical silverware Port and Starboard by Blue Sail Studios}

That way, should he find time to sit down to a proper meal, he can remember what he’s working towards . . . and those who love him, from the shore!