This lovely painting by Claude Monet is doing double duty today. My mom is opening a fabulous business (tea/coffee/desserts/books/art/events) in early 2020. I’m doing social media, among other things, for the store. I shared this lovely painting on our FB page a few minutes ago, and thought it far too nice not to do so here, as well.
Came across this book today…
I was so busy over the weekend, that I didn’t get around to wishing my favorite hometown boy a happy birthday. He was born on 8 December 1894, right here in Columbus.
Here’s a link to my article about the Thurber House (which I now live very close to, incidentally).
The French artist was born on 8 December 1864:
The doodle is by artist Ichinori.
- Redefining the Black Mountain Poets [THE PARIS REVIEW]
- Entering Infinity with Yayoi Kusama [THE PARIS REVIEW]
- Baltimore knows its Poe House is a treasure, but now it’s officially Maryland’s first ‘Literary Landmark’ [BALTIMORE SUN]
- Elaine Stritch’s Never-Ending Search to Get Her Due [LIT HUB]
We got our first snow of the season a couple of days ago, which is early around here. Ugh. I prefer artistic representations of snow over the real thing.
Here’s one from 1915:
I have a cold and am exhausted. Still unpacking from the move. My studio remains a work in progress. Too many unopened boxes. Need a new (gargantuan) bookcase. Art is wrapped in Kraft paper.
My feet are cold (literally).
Tea always helps.
(Does it for you?)
Decided to suck it up and add to today’s NaNoWriMo word count anyway.
108 good little soldiers.
Better than nothing, right?
Until tomorrow, I have the laziest of intentions:
Since it’s that time of (my) day…
I’m drinking Earl Grey. You?