It was a Saturday morning at a garage sale. Or a midweek run to a thrift store. Or a birthday box from a friend who knows my penchant for such things –
I bought this claddagh ring at my very first renfaire: Norman Medieval Faire, with Stacy, something like six or seven years ago. It cost $25, which felt like a fortune for a girl who didn’t spend much on herself, and I’ve only taken it off twice since: once when a jeweler repaired a small crack that developed after I caught it on a door, and once for this photo.
(That faire was also the first time I saw The Rogues, first time I wore garb, and the start of a never-ending love affair with renfaires and the people that make them so wonderful.)
My very first spring flower (a crocus planted who knows how long ago by my grandmother) in a tiny cream pitcher from a tiny tea set given to me by my very first overnight guest, BlackLips Bonny Moffatt. Both of these things make me incredibly happy.
In January of 2011, I was in Goshen, Indiana for a family funeral. It was a sad time, but also intensely beautiful. I spent lots of time exploring small shops (and coffee shops), walking around in the falling snow.
I particularly loved Graber|Found. I had a lovely chat with the owner about traveling the world (as he does to collect the things he sells – lucky duck).
I wanted to buy a handpainted Ethiopian Orthodox icon; instead I bought this tiny paper crane.
One lovely spring morning in New York City, I stopped in at Murray’s Cheese Shop for supplies for a picnic in Washington Square Park, among which was some icelandic yogurt. But to eat yogurt one needs a spoon, so it was a lucky thing that Murray’s also sells these little olivewood spoons.
The baguette, brie, and yogurt are long gone. The spoon remains.