Did you really think I'd do something as obvious as Lincoln's Birthday today? Did you know that today is also "Plum Pudding Day"? Plum pudding is also known as "Figgy Pudding" and, all these years, I've been thinking that the line in the Christmas carol was "bring me some friggin pudding". Silly me. Just look at how much you can learn from this weekly masterpiece.
How about a Frank poem?
Little Jack Horner
Sat in the corner
Eating a blueberry pie
He stuck in his thumb
And pulled out a plum
What the hell is a plum doing in a blueberry pie?
It was a good week for Annie. She has found a new dermatologist and it seems like her hands are finally on the mend. She had further evidence that it may be the polymer clay that her hands are allergic to so she will be taking a break from working with the clay for a while. In the meantime, she has been working with resin so you will be seeing more resin-based jewelry along with the Love This Beach Collection. You will see a few of these new items a little further on in this newsletter.
Here is Annie's poem of the week,
Meet Me At the Marsh
Flooding the Marsh was a welcome event,
firming the fact
that the gray days were gathering
And it was skating weather.
Plans were passed
blades were sharpened
hot chocolate steamed on the stove.
We doubled our socks and gloves.
And breathed in the perfume of
pine wood camp fires across the lot.
When the challenge was spoken
we raced for the mother rock,
a ghostly, glacial gift looming large.
We tangled with the marsh grass
gliding past nets and scraping hockey sticks.
Red-cheeked and dreaming of dancing on ice.
We feasted on frigid air
for a few precious hours
until darkness deepened and called us home.
That's it for this week, stay safe and shop small, shop local and shop online (but only small biz). Say goodnight Shorty.
Frank and Annie