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What's up Blog?

Been a little lazy in posting recently. I blame the weather.

There was a wind storm last night, the likes of which I'd never seen.

I've been reading this:

Been listening to this:


Just bought this on Etsy:

Dreaming about going here: (Montenegro)

Been feeling like this, since getting a couple of stitches in my finger last week:

That's all folks.

Saturn Press

While perusing through my favorite bookstore in Seattle, Magus Books, recently I discovered a little rack of the most darling cards I'd ever seen. I snapped up two and ran home to discover more.

As it turns out they are made by a company called Saturn Press, located on the remote Swan's Island, Maine. They have no email address nor website. It is sheer and utter perfection that such a sweet letter press would be in a world of its own making.

They reproduce cards and paper ephemera from the 1870s to the 1930s on recycled paper. They are each made individually on hand set presses from the early 1900s.

To get in touch with them write to:

P.O. Box 368
Swan's Island, ME 04685

Monday

Star Power

I'm not one for movie star worship. But the more I find out about the lovely and talented Michelle Williams, the more I am impressed. You might remember her from that little show some years back, Dawson's Creek? Well since then, she married a mega movie star, had a daughter, dealt with the death of said mega star and made many, many interesting indie and under-the-radar movies. From my perspective, she is one classy lady both in her style and in the way she handles the roller coaster of her life.

Watch these movies and you will recognize the powerful acting abilities of Ms. Williams.

Kitty Daisy & Lewis

I know, I know. Shocking that I doing more than one post in a day, but I couldn't holding out on this little treasure. Kitty Daisy and Lewis, are a throwback to good old fashioned rockabilly with a touch of swing. They capture nostalgia of the era without being contrived. Scout's honor you will not be disappointed.

Sunday as a Monday

So, instead of spending my Sunday collecting my thoughts and writing, like I really should be, I am, in fact, working. So I will leave you with a little Mary Oliver a la Milla, as an insight as to where I wished I was at the moment.

Sleeping in the Forest

I thought the earth remembered me,
she took me back so tenderly,
arranging her dark skirts, her pockets
full of lichens and seeds.
I slept as never before, a stone on the river bed,
nothing between me and the white fire of the stars
but my thoughts, and they floated light as moths
among the branches of the perfect trees.
All night I heard the small kingdoms
breathing around me, the insects,
and the birds who do their work in the darkness.
All night I rose and fell, as if in water,
grappling with a luminous doom. By morning
I had vanished at least a dozen times
into something better.

- Mary Oliver