In my (more or less) ongoing quest to rid the house of unwanted stuff and become a little bit more organized, I finally gathered a bag of said stuff to donate to the big thrift shop down the pike, and....while I was there, I had a look around. Can't help it. The good news: I came away with just one item, and here it is:
It's a wooden tea box, with a rooster painted on the top, made by Bentley's Finest Teas, and it's very special, because it does this--
One tiny step to--I don't know what. Perhaps I'll be able to find all my cheese, someday. (I know where I keep the tea. )
And I recently finished Donna Tartt's The Goldfinch, and it is a masterpiece. If Donna Tartt does not win the Pulitzer for this, then--it will have been an awesome year for novels. It's a good thing that I didn't read the reviews beforehand, because there are too many spoilers in them, and unexpected things do keep happening in this novel.
The novel made me curious about a whole lot of things, such as the term trompe-l'oeil, which means ‘deception of the eye’. And yes, Carel Fabritius really did paint a work called The Goldfinch. But not to worry, it was not stolen.
Christmas in Amsterdam suddenly sounds like a fantastic idea.