When I was a teenager, a friend sent me a jackalope postcard from South Dakota. It was a couple years before I realized these little guys did not, in fact, exist and part of me is still a little heartbroken over it. Tonight, I am back at home, rifling through a dead friend of my mother's glorious collection of vintage slips and petticoats that have been bequeathed to me. The bag also included some beautiful hankerchiefs I plan to use in my pillows. I feel slightly voyeuristic, pillaging the unmentionables drawer from someone I sort of knew, but everything is almost in pristine rarely worn condition. Otherwise, I took a nap this afternoon in my own glorious bed and have made five batches of French Market soaps, including Apricot, which is one of my favorites but sans oatmeal this time around. I ordered a boatload of supplies this weekend, including some vintage cigarette cards I am thinking of using for a little project, candle wax, coins for cufflinks, jewelry findings and a new lip balm base with beeswax. I also finally had enough cash to restock the postcard varieties and order some new business cards. Now lets hope I actually have time to make this stuff...
