I bought Delia a necklace from this artist for her birthday - we were at that amazing crafts fair at Lincoln Center 2 weeks ago, and it was almost the first thing we saw, and I'd just been thinking, When the hell am I going to have time to go shopping and buy her something . . .? We had to have it shortened (Delia loves saying that, like Anne Boleyn, she has a little neck), so the maker took it home to Maine to cut out a bit, promising to mail it to me in plenty of time. Since Delia doesn't remember much that doesn't have to do with tiles or wallpaper these days, I figured she'd forget all about it and I could spring it on her on her birthday next week on the 22nd.
This did not quite work as planned, since when it arrived in today's mail I spent a certain amount of time staring at the Overnight envelope and musing loudly, "Jodie in Maine? who the hell could that be? feels like a box! why would anyone be sending me overnight express from MAINE?!". . . until Delia said, "Oh!" and wryly remarked, "Well, at least it was a surprise for somebody."
This did not quite work as planned, since when it arrived in today's mail I spent a certain amount of time staring at the Overnight envelope and musing loudly, "Jodie in Maine? who the hell could that be? feels like a box! why would anyone be sending me overnight express from MAINE?!". . . until Delia said, "Oh!" and wryly remarked, "Well, at least it was a surprise for somebody."


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Our funny story is from back when we had just become a couple. At Boskone, I think, Darlene Coltrain was showing a necklace I adored, but wasn't willing to put out the $$ for. Delia went and bought it from her. "I'm almost sorry to sell it to you," Darlene said; "I was hoping Ellen Kushner would get it." Of course, Delia was buying it for me (silver, after all, is not her color)!
One day I will plot a successful suprise, sigh....
So -- wallpaper and tiles? I used to dream about wallpaper from this place:
http://www.bradbury.com/
It doesn't really go with my house, but I love their Arts and Crafts line, and there's a Moorish ceiling somewhere on their site that my inner drama queen fell in love with.
We are, however, moving; I have not yet had the nerve/time to work up an announcement on LJ, but we're closing next week (also on Delia's birthday)and the place - large rooms, built in 1909 - will be nothing but Bradbury if we have our way - including the border above the paneling in the diningroom - Delia's thinking http://www.bradbury.com/for_oakleaf
Lovely to hear from you - I am sweating with joy over the gorgeous pictures of your place, and glad to know you'll like ours as well. Come and stay, once we're settled.
The River and the Galleons are two of my favorites. Imagine how lovely it will be to go to bed looking at them -- like sleeping in a childhood fantasy novel.
(Are you coming to Readercon?)
Must try to locate my spiffy fan-girl hat.
Actually both my parents are forgetful about books they've borrowed, but they're terribly nice about it when reminded. Unfortunately they've done this so many times that a few years ago we had a problem with the opposite. They'd given me a lovely first edition of Andrew Vachss' Flood, so I gave them my paperback as a reading copy. After they asked me about four times if they were supposed to have returned the paperback to me, I took it off their hands to save them the stress.
We have a "mathoms" basket for miscellaneous "anyone would like this" gifts, but lately Sarah's been getting into it: "What's this? Is this a present for someone? Is it a present for *meeee?*"
--Els