Another Cleaning Day
This time, I tackled a problem that's been nagging me for a while: my stationary. Because I have quite a lot of it, and it had sort of spread itself around and out of of two letter boxes and a third cardboard box, and there were packages and notepads all over the place. In all the sorting and cleaning, I found out that although I have over a dozen different designs, I really don't have too much stationary (considering that I actually *do* write letters regularly). It's dominantly Midori and San-X, though, so I think I'll look around for some non JP paper. I want more Mama Indica's hemp/cereal straw paper, but it's incredibly difficult to find. The hemp paper that I have from Greenfield isn't anywhere as smooth and lovely, probably because it's hemp/recycled post-consumer, instead of 50% hemp/50% cereal straw -- but seem to have all new ones, now. Denim paper, and garlic paper. But I just remembered the banana leaf, cigar, and coffee paper that Costa Rica Naturals makes, so I think I'll go ahead and order some of that.
By the way, if you'd like a letter (international or domestic), email me an address to send it. My email address is on my info page.
I found something else in the shuffling, too -- a little stack of decade+ old poems that hadn't been put with the other old ones. They were not especially good, but here are a couple that I'm glad to have found. The first one, "Gingerbread", disturbs me... weird how a mindset can keep in faded ballpoint on cheap notepaper. The second one, I believe, is one that I wrote to the guy I was engaged to, but I'm not sure. Anyway, I wouldn't have given it to him, because even then I was aware that he was a clod.
Gingerbread
and candle wax red
sugar and nibbling spices;
Silvern snails
and happy-wag tails
and hints of my favorite vices
A maiden's unmade
And plans (best laid)
Fray and go awry
What's to be done
But relax and have fun
with a giggle and a
satisfied sigh?
I love you.
I love you the way
That I love a rainbow,
That I love celery in tuna salad,
That I love mountains in snow;
I love you like a play
that's badly written, or well acted
Or like a romantic ballad,
Or like the sky, full of stars.
My love won't make you choke
Any more than it chokes my favorite cat
or strangles an afternoon nap
Or stifles a good joke.
And when it's over and gone
I'll miss you like a sunset,
The way I miss my childhood,
and the smell of upholstery in a new car.
That's all. It isn't wrong
To love you, just because you are.
I've had a whole bunch of new music to listen to while cleaning, because D the Pirate came over yesterday. I'm not supposed to have this Fiona Apple -- no one is -- which is just stupid, because the album is brilliant. Why would her label shelve this?!?
By the way, if you'd like a letter (international or domestic), email me an address to send it. My email address is on my info page.
I found something else in the shuffling, too -- a little stack of decade+ old poems that hadn't been put with the other old ones. They were not especially good, but here are a couple that I'm glad to have found. The first one, "Gingerbread", disturbs me... weird how a mindset can keep in faded ballpoint on cheap notepaper. The second one, I believe, is one that I wrote to the guy I was engaged to, but I'm not sure. Anyway, I wouldn't have given it to him, because even then I was aware that he was a clod.
Gingerbread
and candle wax red
sugar and nibbling spices;
Silvern snails
and happy-wag tails
and hints of my favorite vices
A maiden's unmade
And plans (best laid)
Fray and go awry
What's to be done
But relax and have fun
with a giggle and a
satisfied sigh?
I love you.
I love you the way
That I love a rainbow,
That I love celery in tuna salad,
That I love mountains in snow;
I love you like a play
that's badly written, or well acted
Or like a romantic ballad,
Or like the sky, full of stars.
My love won't make you choke
Any more than it chokes my favorite cat
or strangles an afternoon nap
Or stifles a good joke.
And when it's over and gone
I'll miss you like a sunset,
The way I miss my childhood,
and the smell of upholstery in a new car.
That's all. It isn't wrong
To love you, just because you are.
I've had a whole bunch of new music to listen to while cleaning, because D the Pirate came over yesterday. I'm not supposed to have this Fiona Apple -- no one is -- which is just stupid, because the album is brilliant. Why would her label shelve this?!?