This, ladies and germs, is Crisp from the hands of Hello Yarn herself. One skein of this loveliness purred in my ear and spoke the word 'spring'. Ay, chicas, you should feel it. I want an entire sweater of it which I will of course wear without a bra. But there's not even enough for one of Stephanie's Boob Holders. I know because I went and looked. But I may do something rash like knit the front of something in it and knit the back out of something else. I don't have to look at my back, do I? Not my problem.
And for Mythos (and we all need a little Mythos in our lives, don't we?) go see the amazing Endicott Studios set up by writer Terri Windling. Most especially go here and see the books (not their own) this studio of amazing writers and artists recommend as their favorites of the season. I am aghast at myself for not knowing of these books. I started with Adult fiction but every category is mindblowing.
And best of all, for anyone who remembers the trilogy starting with the Dancers of Arun from the early eighties by Elizabeth K. Lynn....wait for it... she is BACK. Not only is she back, but in the years I have been living in this fucking godforsaken wilderness lacking true culture, meaning, and a decent bookstore (and excuse me, but unless you're looking for big fat coffee table architecture books, Book and Books does NOT cut it) she has written TWO books and I did not know. I believe they are her first in over 2o years. To paraphrase Rabbitch, I had to violently resist chewing through the restraints tonight not to drive to hellangone to find said books and read devour them back to back. I did that last night with Charlaine Harris's latest, Shakespeare's Counselor. But then I'm addicted to the acerbic company of Ms. Lily Bard. But my poor bod cannot take another night of 5 hours of sleep or less.
Goddess may smite me but I'm hoping maybe the Boy will have himself another crise this weekend. So I can read. But then it's also the start of the Miami International Film Festival. This Sunday I go see Sweet Honey in the Rock, live, and with a film of them as well. Next Tuesday I go see a Tribute to Liv Ullman with Herself present. Would it be gauche to ask her to autograph her two volumes of autobiography AND the coffee table book, "Without Makeup" which is a photographic retrospective of her career? Yeah, I guess it would be, eh? Crushes from yer yoot are a terrible thing. Never to be gotten over....
