wonderful haberdashery

i love maira kalman and i just found her blog. i love her because she is in her sixties and still has the same issues that i do, except she is not teenagery about it (when will we stop being teenagery. do i have to get preggo or get an internship. do i have to pay off my $30,000 in stafford loans.) so it is somehow fresh and reassuring in a paradoxical way. maybe my issues will never be rectified or rescinded from whence they came and i will be 65 and still writing letters to put in the translucent pink paper bag on my desk and never show anyone. but that is ok if i am going to be a little like her.

if you are sad, buy this book. it is full of wonderful loping limps and wonderful hats and gigantic question marks like hanging birdcage chairs that you can tack to your ceiling and sit in and mull over. she even goes to visit louise bourgeois!



there is a girl in my poetry seminar who is like a hunched-up baby finch with candy-cornflower blue eyes. she wrote something funny and sad that has been repeating in my head. it is delightful to finally sit in a room full of brilliant poets. her reading voice is small and honest and could probably dub the lines for a nervous cartoon forest pixie.

it is very cold in boston tonight.