
I have to hurry this morning because I'm picking Amelia up and hoping to get her into the salt mines (filing cabinets) so that I don't have to make an appearance as often. What are daughters for, anyway?
Lopate's The Art of the Personal Essay has been mentioned several times on various book blogs lately. It is, simply said, one of my favorite books of all times because I can return to it at will, pick an essay by Seneca, or Charles Lamb, or F. Scott Fitzgerald, or M. K. Fisher and be filled with satisfaction. Rarely does a novel entice me to reread, but essays and nonfiction do often call for rereading. I should probably move this discussion to my book blog and continue when I have more time.

The inner part of that flower looks like velvet.
ReplyDeleteThis Uneeda Biscuit ad breaks my heart. This country has no regard for history - and advertising is one of the most powerful elements of our social history. Too poignant...
ReplyDeleteDeb, I love the way the center looks! Yes, quite like velvet.
ReplyDeleteRayna, the loss of some of these old advertisements really is a shame.