I know I already responded in the comments section of the last post, but seriously, you guys. You rule. Thank you for the abundant encouragement, links, tips, and hugs...the gray dress is coming along nicely. The back darts might look like unintentional puckers, but they're done, and that's saying something.
This blog celebrated it's one year anniversary last week...a fact that I somehow missed, despite its significance. And I know the parcel from Gracia and Louise that arrived on my doorstep that very day was not meant as a blogoversary present, but I couldn't help but be moved to tears over the contents anyway. I am so blessed by this space, the people who visit and the people I have met.
I do not have the words.
Words utterly fail me.
Tears, I tell you. Tears are the only response to a package so full of kindness and love, and fortune-telling fish, buttons, birds of paradise, clicking frogs, hand shadows, vintage mags, bright pink keys, books with plates and markers, Romanian stamps, paper ephemera, a beautiful scribbler, kisses from a fox, staggering prints of redwood forests, and a blue eyed birdie (that I forgot to photograph, so quickly was he hung by the window)...thank you, doesn't even come close to conveying how grateful I am, sweet g&l.
And despite the heavy gray skies, my never-ending battles with the dmv, and the lack of hours at work (and thusly, funds in the bank account), the days ahead are full of promise. I may even get the chance to meet Mary Oliver next week and attend her sold-out reading here in Portland. And, Mary Oliver being the poetic equivalent of Hannah Montana and all (an analogy that I hope explains why I might have to breathe into a paper bag during the reading), I can hardly wait to know for sure. Perhaps the fortune-telling fish should be consulted?
All love and happy almost-weekend,