Since you asked:
to throw a perfume on the violet, to smooth the ice, or add another hue unto the rainbow, or with taper-light
to seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, is wasteful and ridiculous excess."
~William Shakespeare, ca. 1595
Yup, that's us.
February 21, 2008
I've been pushing paper (and a lot of other things) at the store this week. Piles and piles of paper, photos, magazines, stamp albums, wallpaper, scrap and more. The nice things has been tucking it all into the lovely archival boxes my brother in law ordered for me. They are crisp looking black boxes with little nameplates that can now be home to the old french magazines, antique photos and stacks of ephemera that are sifting to the top lately.
The stuff seems to come in waves: first inundated with findings, stones and chain. Those are hiding in sortable lots of boxes in the storage room off the store proper, waiting for the right moment when I think I have enough time and patience to deal with them. Then came the papers. What's next, I wonder...
Dede is off to Art Nest and will have memorable tales to tell, I am sure. She returns on Sunday, and we have already scheduled lunch on Monday, where I will summarily debrief her and extract all the exciting details. Saturday is Janis' second class, the bead weaving bracelet with Czech luster buttons. That means tomorrow will include table duty and clearing and finding a place for the stuff that normally finds its way there.
Check out this wonderful little magic lantern slide; actually, just one image from one slide, all on the circus. Janis was saying what great pendants these would make, all done up with solder and bails... I don't have the nerve to try the glass cutting though, for fear of ruining them. They may just have to live out their lives as they were intended.
Noodge is here again today, but was not in a photogenic mood, resulting in many pictures of her with her eyes closed, mouth open, tongue lashing and so on. This after ingesting half a McVitie's Digestive Biscuit from the British Grocer next door. Now she's bored and waiting to go home. Lisa Jones was in and is on the hunt for old mermaid illustrations for a project she is working. We're talking Victorian era stuff, so if anyone out there has a lead on that, let me know so I can pass it on to her....
Time to close up and go home. After all, tomorrow is another day, Scarlett!