I apologize, faithful readers, for such a long absence. I spent six days in Toronto last week for Canadian Thanksgiving, and am now having very painful computer drama. Well, it's not all that dramatic really; for many months I had the use of a lovely, shiny practically brand-new Mac powerbook (o glorious object!) thanks to the huge generosity of a friend of mine. But now I'm back to my own ancient and hair-tearingly slow beast of a computer, which makes even the simplest of tasks take forever. I feel as though I've been flung back into the dinosaur age, or at least the days of dial-up, which were dark days indeed. (And this is where my fascination with the past reveals my utter hypocrisy because I do like certain things - computer things - to be shiny and new and fast, fast, fast!)
But I must take a deep breath, accept that until we get a new computer, such things will take six times as long, and soldier on...On the luddite front, I had another assembly-line evening the other night where I hand-tore dozens of the little thank you cards I include with orders and then stamped them all with my sweet little black-eyed susan stamp.
They are very simple, but quite pretty, especially all in a row.
I'm also working away on new dolls for my next shop update, which will take place sometime in early November.
This weekend, we saw the new Jane Campion film, Bright Star, about the relationship between Keats and his fiancée Fanny Brawn; so, so lovely. I confess I have a weakness for period film and will watch pretty much anything with big, rustling dresses (though, being set in the early 19th century, Bright Star's dresses are not so very big). But this is a truly beautiful film, pretty clothes aside; the story is heart-breaking and romantic while still being restrained, and the actors are all excellent (though I did have try to push images of Abbie Cornish snuggled up next to Ryan 'dead-eyes' Phillipe out of mind). And it is really worth seeing in the theatre because there are some stunning shots of the English countryside and the heaths. Oh, le sigh! I snivelled away in the theatre, but managed - just barely - not to break into the big, slobby dry-heaves. You can watch the trailer here, and if you go, take your tissues...
