Tuesday, March 5, 2013
From "Extracts from Adam's Diary" by Mark Twain
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
To Celebrate Dickens's 200th Birthday
I preceded Mr. Omer, in compliance with his request; and after showing me a roll of cloth which he said was extra super, and too good mourning for anything short of parents, he took my various dimensions, and put them down in a book. While he was recording them he called my attention to his stock in trade, and to certain fashions which he said had 'just come up', and to certain other fashions which he said had 'just gone out'.Friday, February 3, 2012
Art History Nerd
Have you ever wished for a portable likeness of your favorite writer to use as a talisman to protect you from overuse of puns and cliches? Or perhaps you'd prefer to curb your penchant for morally-questionable behavior with the knowledge that the gaze of Victorian novelists are upon you?
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
On Fairytales
Dedication from The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe: My Dear Lucy,
your affectionate Godfather,
C.S. Lewis
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Word Garden
Her uniquely clever chalkboard pillow (in burlap and damask) invites inveterate couch potatoes to try their hand at the written word—or at least leave a written warning that the remote has inexplicably disappeared. The literary challenge of this pillow reveals the important part that language plays for this artist: “I am inspired by meaningful words and beautiful gardens, hence my shop name...Word Garden.” A garden of words AND a comfy pillow to rest your head on—now that is something to write home about.Sunday, August 15, 2010
Dear Deer Designs
Friday, May 21, 2010
Roses and Strawberries
"Then she became aware of the spectacle she presented to their surprised vision: roses at her breasts; roses in her hat; roses and strawberries in her basket to the brim. She blushed, and said confusedly that the flowers had been given to her. When the passengers were not looking she stealthily removed the more prominent blooms from her hat and placed them in basket, where she covered them with her handkerchief. Then she fell to reflecting again, and in looking downwards a thorn of the rose remaining in her breast accidentally pricked her chin. Like all the cottagers in Blackmoor Vale, Tess was steeped in fancies and prefigurative superstitions; she thought this an ill omen--the first she had noticed that day."
~from Tess of the D'urbervilles by Thomas Hardy
Thursday, April 29, 2010
The Love Shop
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
A Late St. Patrick's Celebration
~from A Portrait of the Artist as A Young Man by James Joyce
Thursday, February 4, 2010
The Black Spot Books
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
"A child said, What is the grass?"
A child said, What is the grass? fetching it to me with fullhands; How could I answer the child?. . . .I do not know what it is any more than he. I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven. Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord, A scented gift and remembrancer designedly dropped, Bearing the owner's name someway in the corners, that we may see and remark, and say Whose?Or I guess the grass is itself a child. . . .the produced babe of the vegetation. Or I guess it is a uniform hieroglyphic, And it means, Sprouting alike in broad zones and narrow zones, Growing among black folks as among white, Kanuck, Tuckahoe, Congressman, Cuff, I give them the same, I receive them the same. And now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves.~from Walt Whitman
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
KM Stitchery
Monday, October 26, 2009
In the Spirit of Halloween...
~From "The Oval Portrait" by Edgar Allan Poe
Friday, September 25, 2009
Lisa Victoria
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Regency Shoplifting
~from Jane Austen Fashion by Penelope Byrde
Saturday, August 29, 2009
On Learning to Read
"When I caught the mumps, I couldn’t read; when I went back to school again, I could. The first page of The Hobbit was a thicket of symbols, to be decoded one at a time and joined hesitantly together…. By the time I reached The Hobbit’s last page, though, writing had softened, and lost the outlines of the printed alphabet, and become a transparent liquid, first viscous and sluggish, like a jelly of meaning, then ever thinner and more mobile, flowing faster and faster, until it reached me at the speed of thinking and I could not entirely distinguish the suggestions it was making from my own thoughts. I had undergone the acceleration into the written word that you also experience as a change in the medium. In fact, writing had ceased to be a thing—an object in the world—and become a medium, a substance you look through."Thursday, August 20, 2009
rEVOLV3r Apparel

If the walls of rEVOLV3r apparel could talk, apparently they would speak with the voice of literary genius. This Etsy shop’s striking wall decals bring thoughtfully selected quotes, and crisp images to any wall in your house. Choose quotes from authors including Ralph Waldo Emerson, Mark Twain, Aristotle or William Butler Yeats. This shop also offers decals with imagery culled from popular culture ranging from The Big Lebowski to Audrey Hepburn, as well as geometric patterns, cityscapes and imagery from nature. Other items in this shop include apparel, specialty belt buckles and decals for cars and laptops.
“All wall decals are made from durable vinyl rated to last 5 years outside and virtually forever inside,” says the founder of this Delaware-based shop, “These are easily applied to any smooth clean surface and will instantly transform any space you put them on.” A truly novel and inspired idea to bring personality (and literature) to your everyday surroundings!
To learn more or to purchase an item from rEVOLV3r Apparel, please visit: http://www.revolv3rapparel.etsy.com.

(Photos, from top: WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS Quote Vinyl Wall Decal Room Décor, Karl Marx Political Icon Wall Decal Wall Art, HENRY DAVID THOREAU Vinyl Poem Wall Decal Room Décor. All images courtesy of rEVOLV3r Apparel.)
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
"On Sitting Down to Read King Lear Once Again" by John Keats
O golden-tongued Romance with serene lute!
Fair plumed Syren! Queen of far away!
Leave melodizing on this wintry day,
Shut up thine olden pages, and be mute:
Adieu! for once again the fierce dispute,
Betwixt damnation and impassion'd clay
Must I burn through; once more humbly assay
The bitter-sweet of this Shakespearian fruit.
Chief Poet! and ye clouds of Albion,Begetters of our deep eternal theme,
When through the old oak forest I am gone,
Let me not wander in a barren dream,
But when I am consumed in the fire,
Give me new Phoenix wings to fly at my desire.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Yardia


To purchase items from Yardia’s Etsy Shop or to learn more about Yardia, please visit: http://www.yardia.etsy.com. If you’d like to become a fan of Yardia on Facebook, please visit:http://www.facebook.com/pages/Yardia/81426801701.
(Photos (from top): Charlotte Bronte print - Upward (violet), Jane Austen Print – Do Not Faint, Jane Austen Card – Only of You. All Photos Courtesy of Yardia.)
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Hansel and Gretel's Crumbs
"They did not awake until it was dark night, and Hansel comforted his little sister and said: 'Just wait, Gretel, until the moon rises, and then we shall see the crumbs of bread which I have strewn about, they will show us our way home again.' When the moon came they set out, but they found no crumbs, for the many thousands of birds which fly about in the woods and fields had picked them all up. "























