June
Honest to goodness, I've never known a month to fly by like this one has. Nicely done, June, you outdid yourself. And I would be remiss if didn't post a link to Sarah Winifred Searle's paper dolls. I have a pirate one that I snagged at MeCAF last month, defending my bulletin board.
Ahoy mateys, anchors away.
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Rose-Colored Glasses
The name of the game this week has been experimentation, playing with long-forgotten pencils and a tube of Carmine Red. It's an inexact alchemy, but a darn good time nonetheless.
Wind Down
How were your Saturdays and Sundays? Me, I washed walls and finished reading Wise Blood, so I'm inclined to deem the weekend a rousing success.
Professor Childermass
Once again, I'm doing that dangerous thing where you reread your childhood favorites to see if they hold up to the test of time (previously, here). And because I vaguely remember loving John Bellairs's Johnny Dixon mysteries, I decided to give The Revenge of the Wizard's Ghost another go. The verdict? John Bellairs is as capable of scaring the stuffing out of me in 2013 as he was in 1992.
And my mental image of Roderick Random Childermass has changed little since my tween years. So here you go, a sketch of the incomparable professor himself.
The Current Situation
This week, more or less. Everything green is exploding. Stitches are being made. And I keep forgetting to gush profusely about Portsmouth Book and Bar.
