My friend Dawn has a sister named Erica who makes lovely lovely cards. They are for sale at a very swell store indeed that has tons of great stuff (the neighborhood is also home to a candle store that has scented candles — including a leather scented one! That’s great because my very first reason for wanting to buy my own saddle was so that I could have a leather-scented something or another to keep in the office but since I bought a Wintec saddle, that didn’t happen. So now I need a leather-scented candle — which the store labels not only leather-scented but lust which one could argue is sort of fitting I guess except that lustdoesn’t really describe the horse-jones). So yesterday we were poking around in the Short North (also home to a punk cowgirl’s dream restaurant) and went into the swell store because I knew Dawn’s sister’s cards were in there —
— and I broke a very trendy and attractive apothecary jar. Smash. Bumped into into it with my big old faux-tapestry adult-lady handbag (Sears, $17) and the darling attractive thing was in shards on the floor.
I bought two cards immediately, one of which feature a carousel horse. They’re expensive but they are little works of art.
I’m keeping the horse one for me, me, me.