i finally hung up all my little mexican tin hearts. they wanted to guard the turkish evil eye who has been repelling danger and evil from the door of moss cottage for the last couple of years. i like looking at them when i put the key in the lock and step over the threshhold. home.
in my norwegian treasure chest i toted back across the mighty atlantic are a small pile of vintage books.
we found them in a second-hand store in Bergen. I was all ready to do battle about the price when the gentleman behind the counter insisted they were all 2 for 1. he could not understand how or why we would not buy both since they come as a set. such a reasonable fellow. i dared not argue with such logic.
so i got my 4 and sister got her 2. one of mine has a wild boar on the front. i don't know where he's off to, but he looks to be in a hurry.
run little boar, run away home! your house is on fire! your children have gone!
i looked rather like that boar as i rushed over to the bookshelf to push my sister out of the way and get at these books. the other patrons in the store looked alarmed. i smiled to reassure them that it was all in good humor, but a grinning boar with big shining tusks does not exactly inspire calm in people.
now you're going to just have to hold onto your shorts when you see this next book.
i approach these things slowly.
there is much to consider. much sitting to be done. much thinking to do. much running my hands back and forth over this gorgeous golden & blue surface.
i'm ready for a smaller visual journal. this one is about 6 x 8. it is the largest of the 4 books i bought.
it was extremely heavy with glossy magazine-like pages. so i cut out the book block and left it in norway. when you have a tin heart like mine it is not difficult to do such things.
i placed it oh so carefully in the perfect place for someone to find it. someone like us!
such handsome books!
each with lovely illustrations on the first inside page.