where the wild things are...
went down broadway today...
i love it there so much...
denver book mall makes me feel like...home, maybe?
there's an older gentleman there who reminds me so much of robert jordan
and has such warm conversations with me...
if we lived near there, i'd probably be there all the time.
i breathe in fresh air.
i love a dusty book shop.
also went to antique row...got deals on lots of fabulous ephemera such as this foreign view...
found some old postcards sent to a woman in buffalo...
now, to actually *make* some art with these fabulous things...
also found the nutcracker book that was illustrated by maurice sendack accidentally while looking for a copy of "where the wild things are"
it brought me straight back to childhood, and my uncle giving me the book as a gift...
it made me feel sad that he'd decided to become lost to us over a ridiculous disagreement with my granmum.
it brought me right back to wearing that pink pink dress and playing clara and being swung 'round by michael golden.
i remember having such a crush on the boy they chose to play fritz.
i didn't like michael at all.
i heard "fritz" is in the military now.
i dated michael later.
to this day i think letting go of him was one of my biggest mistakes.
i don't dwell or regret, so much as i can finally be honest.
i wondered about it sometimes.
i hope hes doing so well.
ha! he probably has a family now.
we've all come so far, haven't we?
how much further do we have to go?
oh, pens...*sigh*
they should've let crosby go after zetterberg.
i'm sad to say i do love to watch crosby fight.
(or, try, anyway...)