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2 new userpics in one day - please don't swoon! The one up I took in Rome in 2008, our first and only trip there - the one where I realized that I might love Rome as much as Paris, in which case I was stuck with two mistresses, and what was I to do?? It is a doorplate, and the sticking-out bit is clearly the thing you press to make it ring inside.
I trust you will immediately note the resemblance - and if you don't, I'll have to dig out the photos (pre-electronic) of me in a very similar coat - quite literally snatched off the wall at Wendy & Brian Froud's enchanting stone cottage in Devon, quite possibly the very first time I ever visited (c/o friend & neighbor Terri Windling) - I seized it with glad cries of joy, and refused to take it off the rest of the evening. Happily, the Frouds were charmed, and we've been friends ever since.
(The Pinterest note just says it's from the Victoria & Albert - anyone have a closer attribution?)
By all this computery crafts activity, you can probably see that I'm all burnt-out from our trip back from Florida. We had a glorious time on Sanibel Island with my family, doing not much but reading & walking on the beach. Delia was actually working quite hard on her "Queen Victoria's Book of Spells" story - until she got the Cold From Hell, and everything came to a grinding halt. I brought her many cups of tea with honey. Then my parents drove us to their new winter home in Sarasota, where more family also lives, and even more had come down for a visit; a riotous dinner ensued, during which Delia was able to give our newest member, little Helena. the delightful sweater she just knit for her.
We left the next day. Delia was so desperate for reading material that she took the copy of The Privilege of the Sword that I'd brought along to highlight for possible audio, and read it as if it were a Real Book! So every time she came on a bit she liked, she'd read it out loud to me. A surreal and wonderful experience for The Author.
Got home last night & collapsed utterly, and intend to do the same right now. We were supposed to host the annual Twelfth Night Dinner & Playreading for our friends tonight, but happily Dan stepped up to the plate at the last minute. We're going over there in a couple of hours, hoping to infect nobody.
#2 you'll see eventually, but it comes from this terrific pic Caroline Stevermer sent me from Pinterest: 
I trust you will immediately note the resemblance - and if you don't, I'll have to dig out the photos (pre-electronic) of me in a very similar coat - quite literally snatched off the wall at Wendy & Brian Froud's enchanting stone cottage in Devon, quite possibly the very first time I ever visited (c/o friend & neighbor Terri Windling) - I seized it with glad cries of joy, and refused to take it off the rest of the evening. Happily, the Frouds were charmed, and we've been friends ever since.
(The Pinterest note just says it's from the Victoria & Albert - anyone have a closer attribution?)
By all this computery crafts activity, you can probably see that I'm all burnt-out from our trip back from Florida. We had a glorious time on Sanibel Island with my family, doing not much but reading & walking on the beach. Delia was actually working quite hard on her "Queen Victoria's Book of Spells" story - until she got the Cold From Hell, and everything came to a grinding halt. I brought her many cups of tea with honey. Then my parents drove us to their new winter home in Sarasota, where more family also lives, and even more had come down for a visit; a riotous dinner ensued, during which Delia was able to give our newest member, little Helena. the delightful sweater she just knit for her.
We left the next day. Delia was so desperate for reading material that she took the copy of The Privilege of the Sword that I'd brought along to highlight for possible audio, and read it as if it were a Real Book! So every time she came on a bit she liked, she'd read it out loud to me. A surreal and wonderful experience for The Author.
Got home last night & collapsed utterly, and intend to do the same right now. We were supposed to host the annual Twelfth Night Dinner & Playreading for our friends tonight, but happily Dan stepped up to the plate at the last minute. We're going over there in a couple of hours, hoping to infect nobody.