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



Monday, May 17, 2010

Jaedyn pictures and videos

* I really hope this works!*

I made (bought the pattern and used fabric from my stash to sew) this really cute dress. I finished it and we put it on to take a walk. Jaedyn loves taking walks and drinking smoothies so she combined the two. See for yourself.
And more videos.
See Jaedyn eat Parmesan cheese at the pizza place in Anacortes, WA.


3 comments:

M said...

She's a cutie!

Unknown said...

Thanks!

Ruth said...

She's so cute! And good signing you guys!