From Diane Setterfield's The Thirteenth Tale

People disappear when they die. Their voices, their laughter, the warmth of their breath. Their flesh. Eventually their bones. All living mempry of them ceases. This is both dreadful and natural. Yet for some there is an exception to this annihilation. For in the books they write they continut to exist. We can rediscover them. Their humour, their tone of voice, their moods. Through the written word they can anger you or make you happy. They can comfort you. They can perplex you. They can alter you. All this, even though they are dead. Like flies in amber, like corpses frozen in ice, that which according to the laws of nature should pass away is, by the miracle of ink on paper, preserved. It is a kind of magic.

--Diane Setterfield



Sunday, February 7, 2010

Weekend in Pictures

I made some stinking yummy smoothies, they were a big hit.
Then I cleaned out the fridge, dropping a can of enchilada sauce in the process, and stained my the only pair of jeans that fit. Ann Taylor Loft will be receiving my business soon. I need new jeans and they are having a great sale.
Then I made these ADORABLE matching aprons. There is one for me and one for each of the girls (Dea, Dylan and Jaedyn). Thanks to Alicia for the fabric. All four apron's only took 1/2 a yard of fabric. I am awesome!
They all have a little pocket in the front. Dylan and Jaedyn's are SO tiny!


I think mine turned out great.




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