This morning, bright and early as I trundled down the front path, patting the head of stray cat Little B, I plucked an orange bloom from our overflowing pot of nasturtiums and took a bite. What is that taste? Radish? (You did plant the seeds I sent you didn’t you?) It is finally cooling (though [...]

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Please meet our Model-At-Large for the north-western hemisphere, Miss Rena Finkel. She comes to us from America, from New York a most magical place, or it must be to have produced the very, very magical Miss Finkel. She is soon off to Johns Hopkins, to scholarly skulk about the streets once trodden and stumbled upon [...]

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(part one of this entry can be found here and part two here.)
“Do you like the food, huh?” Karl said, leaning forward and with a gloved hand adjusted the flowers on the black table before him. “I don’t like to fly, I never have, I get a very upset stomach and have never really been [...]

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Even by our standards HauteDoll Magazine kind of creeps us out. It lives in that other place where people dress their ferrets or wear fuzzy animal costumes to have sex. But we must say the August issue really is quite delicious with an entire vampire/spooky/juicy photo spread feturing the work of Val Zeitler and an [...]

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It is always exciting to see our dresses on the magical people we intended them for, and that’s why it’s even more exciting when they send us photos, looking, well, magical! Here is a picture of Mr. Weiss from Pennsylvania and his ward Jo, well, actually, his girlfriend Jo on vacation. He so charmingly bought [...]

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Please meet our Model-At-Large for the south-eastern hemisphere, Raeoni. Why is she is our model-at-large for the south-eastern hemisphere? Well, she is simply the most magical girl of that hemisphere. Raeoni is not only a model and artist, she is also a secret agent with powers that allow her to be invisible, fly, predict the [...]

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I’ve said this before, the Pomegranate house, our Pomegranate world is very much a rational city, very much Barcelona, divided fairly amongst the proletariat with deviations and quirks. So, as I’ve said before, we divvy up the dinner making, supposedly fairly. However, for some reason it always feels like it’s my turn. That said, I [...]

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(part one of this entry can be found here)
Sarah climbed out of the window and on to a rusty steel fire escape, “Come on,” she beckoned.
Mr. McCormack hesitated, “What kind of girls are you? Are you sorceresses?”
“We’re the sisters Pomegranate,” said Alice and slapping Mr. McCormack on the back, encouraged him out the window.
“But how [...]

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