the big sleep

well, where to begin? i almost called this post "she's a real sad tomato," because we watched the big sleep over the last few days, and the song that lauren bacall sings ("and her tears flowed like wine") has been on repeat in my head ever since. i'm not complaining, though, i loved it. and lauren bacall, too. she is just simply awesome. i've never quite understood the bogart business, but i think bacall is marvelous.

aside from taking the whole weekend to watch the big sleep... (was it because of the film's twists and turns, or my own? i'm not sure.) i've been thinking a lot about my little corner of the world here. you see, i haven't forgotten about my last post, ...but my health has definitely been a tug-of-war between my magpie ways and my body's other ideas. little electrical shocks of the heart were involved. and too many medical appointments. so now i'm seeing just how much i can do.

i have so many dreams, i just have to be patient, they won't slip away if i can't grasp them all at once. there is time.

and what i want to say is that even when it's quiet around here, i haven't left. i love having this space to share inspirations and creative notes and silly things like esme's latest nickname ("punchline").

other things these days: early evening leaf-covered walks, knitting scarves, designing charm necklaces in my dreams, wishing for snow, craving ice cream (?!), more to come...