Jimmy Stewart. With a camera. That is all. |
Watch. This week we got our first look at what promises to be an epic screen adaptation of Les Miserables. I'm not going to lie, watching this for the first time with my theatre chums nearly led to some ugly crying.
Listen. And on the theme of ugly crying, May 29 marked the 15th anniversary of singer-songwriter Jeff Buckley at age 30. His only complete studio album, 1994's Grace, remains one of my top summer evening soundtracks. Here's one of my favourite tracks. The bridge will tear your heart out.
Admire. I am just so taken by this book of: Lists: To-dos, Illustrated Inventories, Collected Thoughts, and Other Artists’ Enumerations from the Collections of the Smithsonian Museum If you follow my Facebook page you know that's I was particularly smitten by architect Eero Saarinen's list of his wife's attributes - so candid and honest and real; I'd take it over a sonnet any day!
Make.
As the warm weather moves in and clothes get lighter, my patience for
bulky purses and wallets is in decline. May be time to whip up a simple vinyl billfold.
Breathe. I'm playing hooky this afternoon and heading here. The weather was inclement during my last visit so I'm look forward to enjoying it in the sunshine.
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