Happy Birthday Dorothy Parker!

Born August 22nd, 1893.

Go join The Dorothy Parker Society.

Nobody Loves Me But My Mother...And She Could Be Jiving, Too

(Thanks to Kelly.)

The Inquisition vs. The Wicked Chalice (meow)

From A Bit of Fry and Laurie. This is just too silly not to post.

Posted without comment.

Hah

What the Dalai Lama Wants for His Birthday

Busy...

Spent the day working on spreadsheets. Just shoot me.

Source: kenhatter.tumblr.com via LB Palmer/shopquotidienne on Pinterest

Staying cool by drinking iced tea with fresh mint and raspberry honey.

Watching dvds of the series Justified, and we are all addicted. On Season 2 now. All I can say is Margo Martindale is one terrific actress.

The dishwasher is on a rapid decline, so the Obscure household is experiencing the delights of handwashing dishes.  It's not so bad, gives my brain a nice break, so I'm not complaining. Really, I'm not.

Sale at the shop!

I've been working hard on this Look Book (featuring local artist Lisa K. Alan; take a peek if you haven't seen it already! You can click on any photo for more information) and there's a sale at the shop to celebrate.

Yesterday

was the fifth anniversary of my husband's death.

Here is the poem I read at his memorial service, by Gregory Orr, from Concerning the Book that is the Body of the Beloved:

If death, then grief, right?
Well, yes, but also
Relief, release. And love
That goes past death, that
Keeps the connection
So many think death severs.

And then, of course, there's joy,
Because what we're after
Is the fact of resurrection—
That's what the heart longs for
The poem accomplishes:
Praise that lifts up the body
Of the beloved. That wasn't
A grave, only a door that closed
And is now open, opening onto a poem.

"Death to Bullshit"

from Creative Mornings.