May I take an interlude from my cranky self? Wow, I love my friend Elizabeth’s blog Fancy Notions.
What’s it about? I don’t know. Old men on bikes who might be ghosts, small plastic doodads, lost pet notices, bacon-decorated Converse hightops, puppets — actually, I’m not sure if she’s talked about puppets yet, but I imagine she’ll get to them eventually. She’s currently giving away a vintage paper napkin collection.
That was also a break from my bookish self. But not. Because Elizabeth writes like the dickens. Not the Charles Dickens. Some other dickens.
