Gentle Reader,
We are casting about, casting our net, casting, casting, casting. It is time to find our muse. Alas most of our muses were alive in the 1920s, and although we would be honoured to have one or all, ghosts can rarely pull off runway and tend to look rather misty and ill defined in [...]

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Not only is today Trevor Rutherford’s birthday it is also Vincent Price’s. Vincent Price is the patron saint of our house, in fact our parents bought this house on his birthday.

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We all came from the sea, that much is known, and in fact we haven’t actually left as sea water, saline, courses through us and even bathes our eyes. My family came from the land by the sea, and when you live that close to that which you had only recently (relatively speaking) crawled out [...]

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Yeah, yeah, there’s Scriabin, but on this magical early summer, late spring twilighty eve we can’t stop listening to the Cure performed as lullabies. It’s driving our father crazy.
love,
Sarah

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Yes, yes, the snow melts and bunnies come out and the squirrels look less sad and everyone save me wears less clothing and seems skinnier, but what’s really exciting about spring is that is it asparagus and fiddlehead season!
We had a friend who’s mother knew all the secret spots for fiddleheads and would, around this [...]

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Ellen Terry as Lady Macbeth (sketch) by John Singer Sargent

“The Point wasn’t to be true to life but to improve on it – to make it grander, stranger, more of a spectacle.”
The New York Times review of A Strange Eventful History: The Dramatic Lives of Ellen Terry, Henry Irving and their Remarkable Families by Michael [...]

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There are some things that I never got around to doing in my youth, like smoking, or learning to drive, or acting like I like hip-hop or pretending to be dumb so that boys would like me. One other thing I didn’t bother doing was to contract chicken pox. I thought I had come out [...]

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I plucked this like a good Victorian off the flowering shrub on our front lawn this morning. Don’t tell me the world isn’t beautiful.
love,
- Sarah

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I’ve just had a lovely day, thank you very much. I’ve sat by an open window, listening to our wind chime and distant thunder, smelling just opening lilac, and reading, in one go, the most delicious of books, Dracula’s Heir, by Sam Stall. What can we say, think Nick Bantok of the Griffin and Sabine [...]

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Elizabeth’s been felting! She’s made felt versions of the Mystical Penguin and Ookpik that I constantly draw. Admit it, you so want one. (please note our cat, Monster’s fur felted in there as well)

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