We had such a great weekend filled with a lot of laughter and happiness. To celebrate our anniversary we went out for a yummy seafood lunch and then we spent the afternoon at the Continental Gin Open Studios event. We saw all kinds of art and dreamt about one day having our own studio (not just a part of the living room). My husband can do his calligraphy over on his side and I can do my bookbinding on mine. I think that would be perfect.

I also went to the Craft Guild’s Art Show Sale and wanted one of everything. Speaking of the Craft Guild, I’m very excited because this week I start a bookbinding course. Yay. More on that later.

Oh and I did make it out the Bookworm Bash book sale and sadly my Bookgirl credibility is going to be shot. I bought two books. I just didn’t find many books that I couldn’t live without. I did get The Apothecary Rose by Candace M. Robb and The Northbury Papers by Joanne Dobson.

Perhaps I didn’t buy more because I realize my stacks of unread books are overwhelming. I need to do a bit of book culling soon. In the meantime, even though I had said no new challenges until the new year, I am contemplating the From The Stacks Challenge. It would definitely help with those stacks. I’m going to think about it some more but I’ll keep you posted.

My notebook is filling up with all the things I want to do this weekend. There seem to be a lot of fun events going on around town (like a bookworm bash). But, what I most look forward to is celebrating my sixth wedding anniversary on Saturday.

So I wish you all a wonderful weekend and I’ll leave you with a poem that I’ve recently discovered. Made me swoon a bit.

Outside the sky is light with stars;
There’s a hollow roaring from the sea.
And, alas! for the little almond flowers,
The wind is shaking the almond tree.

How little I thought, a year ago,
In the horrible cottage upon the Lee
That he and I should be sitting so
And sipping a cup of camomile tea.

Light as feathers the witches fly,
The horn of the moon is plain to see;
By a firefly under a jonquil flower
A goblin toasts a bumble-bee.

We might be fifty, we might be five,
So snug, so compact, so wise are we!
Under the kitchen-table leg
My knee is pressing against his knee.

Our shutters are shut, the fire is low,
The tap is dripping peacefully;
The saucepan shadows on the wall
Are black and round and plain to see.

~ Camomile Tea by Katherine Mansfield