I have book-related stuff to say, but I’ve stuffed myself to the gills with a gyro pita and am entirely too full and sleepy to be coherent. Tomorrow, I think.
Instead, I’ll share with you my new favorite earrings. I bought them at a vendor’s stall in the cathedral square in Barcelona; they seemed kind of Kandinsky-like. Not my favorite artist, but I really liked the colors.
I never have a consistent plan of what to bring back as a travel memento. Take photos and save ticket stubs, but then I procrastinate about putting together a scrapbook. I’ve got some gorgeous pottery from Hawaii, Canterbury, and Barcelona now, pottery that is actually useful and useable — microwave and dishwasher safe. I’ve got probably a good dozen prints and engravings dating back years (to pre-Katrina New Orleans through Barcelona) that I need to have framed — but I lack wallspace and a consistent framing scheme. Somehow, the earrings and other jewelry I’ve collected, all costume and not of any great value beyond the sentimental, gets worn.