Last week I was too lazy to finish the Candy Nap story, so let me make amends this week. If you remember, it started like this:
This was Candy on Monday:
This was Candy on Tuesday:
This was Candy on Wednesday:
And now you get to see how it all ends!
This was was Candy on Thursday:
And finally, we can finish this up with Candy, on Friday:
So now it’s a new week and Candy has not gone near her little nap patch. This week she has decided that there is a new perfect nap spot. It’s the coffee table in the living room, and she sleeps half underneath it and half (her butt half) sticking out from under it. So this between-the-flower-pots thing was a one-week wonder, and nothing more.
I used to have boyfriends like that.
This week, I wish I could join Candy under the coffee table. I’ve been trying to get my head into a Trump-free zone but lordy, it is not easy. There’s just so much to hate about him, his progeny, his enablers, and his wife, who we have now scovered is every bit as delusional as her husband and they both have the I.Q. of mold.
Being distracted by an ever-present sense of doom and despair is the only way I can explain how I managed to think, long and carefully, about the form for my Winter Scene Castle from the Kate Spade blank book that we got in at the used book store a few weeks ago:
Yep, you see it, what I should have seen long before I got to this stage. I forgot to draw the back wall of this form. I connected the floor to the gable, which is an impossibility:
So I just cut off the offending gable. . .
. . . and rescued the form by inserting a new wall, and then I added the roof:
If you remember, I had alreadymade a “sketch” of a castle that I thought I’d use for this blank book:
But I wasn’t excited about making this little homey castle, so I looked around the inter webs some more and I came up with the famous pink castle in Aberdeenshire, called Craigievar:
I love the height, and the proportions. I riffed on it and came up with this:
I’ve put three trees in the front bit, but they are really hard to see in photographs:
I have glued the verso pages in place so they make a hill, because i was dying to make a half-moon bridge for this castle. BTW,if you ever build a castle, don’t do this. It was murder to get the bridge to fit the angle of the “hill”, if you know what I mean. I had to make three bridges before I got it right:
The next time you see this scene, the whole thing will be covered in trees. I think. That’s the plan, for now.
My advise is, Never make an all-white castle. You have to constantly wash your hands to make sure the surface stays clean, and your hands will feel raw by the end of the day. Also, every tiny flaw seems to light up from within when there is no surface decoration (like, text, or color, or images) to distract the eye. In an all-white construction, there is no forgiveness.
When I’m finished, and this will be The End. Ten castles. DONE.
But you and me, Dear Readers, we’re not DONE yet! Because I’m sure you all want to hear about the latest news from the one-room used book store (the one that I co-manage to benefit the William Cullen Bryant Library of Roslyn, NY):
You can tell by the typeface that this book was, in its day, very groovy. If you recognize the author Avery Corman, it’s because he got famous later in his career for writing two novels that were made into movies; Oh, God! and Kramer vs. Kramer.
This book was published by Simon and Schuster in 1969, and some of the “jokes” are very much of their time.
Throughout the book, the type and the illustrations are the same color. Which is brown.
Some of the “jokes” are more timeless.
I’m thinking, it must have been really easy to get a book published in 1969.
My co-manager priced this book at 50 cents, but I’m thinking that if we get the right customer, we could get a whole dollar for it. Opinions?
And for my personal collection of The Most Boring Books in the World, this, too, came in last week:
Harper & Row published this book in 1966. I’m thinking, it must have been insanely easy to get a book published in 1966.
And this book is priceless.
Business at the used book store was a little slow this week because of the weather. It rained and got cold.
But then it got sunnier, but not warmer, and yesterday was a good day to perch on a rock and think about things:
I hope that you all have a great weekend, and that you, too, get the chance to
drink think about things, but not too hard. And not on a rock.
Taffy sends his XX OO.