{Almost there. A selection of our recently made hammer & daisy journals await their long ties to be cut before being sealed, wrapped and sent to Counter.}
Short stories, I have discovered of late, are especially great to read when things feel too busy, too harried. As Louise and I move into the final stages of work for our exhibition at Craft Victoria (three weeks and counting), I am finding myself with many things still to start, tweak or finish, and this is where short stories prove their mettle.
I am reading the short stories of Daphne du Maurier, she of Rebecca fame. I am reading The treasury of du Maurier short stories, borrowed from my Mum, who in turn borrowed it from the library. It is a well-thumbed hardback with yellowing pages. Many a page bears the telltale fold of a dog-ear or the marking of a mysterious smear.
During a break, I took to the couch recently slid under the lounge room window for spring, and read the brilliant The Apple Tree. Another rest stop and Kiss Me Again, Stranger, The Birds another. I read with one hand holding the book, the other curled around my neck.
This afternoon, as a mug of coffee cools beside me, Ganymede is earmarked.
+ We've been interviewed. (Inside out magazine's blog)
+ Reading, of late. (goodreads)
+ Louise's recent watercolours for the month of September.
+ A slice of this and perhaps the morning is sweeter.
{Yes, friend not foe, I am sure of it.}
