These red shoes are so silly. I fell over putting them on the other night.
Falling down is so funny — I think it’s good to do every once in a while.
It always reminds me of being a child — up one minute and down the next.
These are cheap, pleathery heels that I’ve already messed up, alas.
Would you like them better if I reeled off the name of your favorite designer,
or if they cost $300 dollars? I like the laser-cut pinwheel pattern, and I’m
always craving naughty red heels. I also like that they cost $20 bucks and
that I don’t feel particularly bad about messing them up. I do feel bad about
the fact that the plastic used to make them smells like chemical death, and
the fact that they were most likely definitely made in a sweat shop. Things to
think about. Is your consumerism affected more by your ethics, or by your
pocketbook? I’m not passing judgement – just curious. I buy a lot of cheap
crap, but I also love well-made things. I do try to think about where things
come from, and try to be aware. Have you ever boycotted a business or
a company based on their ethics? I remember crying while watching
the documentary about Wal-Mart, and thinking I’d never shop there again.
I broke that promise one late night when I was desperate to play Scrabble.
I should have held out for the deluxe edition anyway. (Just in case you didn’t
know, I’m a giant nerd, hi.) Also, are you on Facebook? Thinking about quitting it?

The other day, I was feeling blue. Then this strawberry tart happened to me!
It came from Enoteca, the delicious bistro down the street from where I work.
I’m pretty sure it had medicinal properties, or certainly magical powers.

I love these Japanese dolls. I think their hair is human. Some of it is falling out.

Juanita -1944- “I’ll say it again – sad, sad as hell”
Who were you Juanita? Why were you so sad, and sassy and
covered in stuffed animals? Are you wearing a romper under there,
or nothing at all? This is a page from her scrapbook. Reading all her
funny comments in white ink made me think I’d like her. Mystery people.

FROZEN MEMORIES of FARAWAY YEARS
It’s getting hot here, after a magically long and cool spring.
I’m holding out on shutting the windows and cranking the
air conditioner. Tonight, there was a thunderstorm that brought
cold air and made me remember what it’s like to feel chilly.

I bought this collection of Aubrey Beardsley books recently, because I was
so charmed by their covers. Don’t mind the old adage! I’ve already got lots
of Beardsley books, but aren’t these wonderful? I couldn’t resist. The vibrant
colors and neo-nouveau graphic design popular in the 1970’s gets me every
time. I’ve always used the Albano version of the Rider-Waite Pamela Colman
Smith tarot deck — the colors are brighter and richer, and more psychedelic!

A while back, I found this box of Beardsley matches! Oh Ali Baba! I meant
to break up the set and send boxes to friends in parcels, but I haven’t been
able to do it! It’s too good! I should probably sell it, because all I do is gaze
at it in wonder. I have a lot of useful objects that are too decorative to use.

If this box of Golden Peacock Tonic Powder wasn’t empty, I think I’d use it!

Soyons Descrets! This is my paper journal — don’t you wish you could see inside?
I’m not an especially private person (yeah, obviously) so perhaps I’ll show some
of it sometime. I’ve been trying to write in it more. One day, I want to have a tea
party where everyone brings big stacks of their journals and diaries, and puts
them all in the middle of the floor and then grabs some others at random to read.
Just a quiet party where everyone reads everyone else’s diary. Is that weird?
I don’t care! I’m nosy, and I love looking at handwriting and delving into the brains
of my friends. Also, I believe that if you have a secret that you don’t want anyone
to know, don’t write it down. Unless you burn it after, I suppose. Or you could send
it in to Post Secret. I never have any good ones. No secrets keeps me light.