A Reprise

It is finished, it has a zipper and it looks almost normal. I am going to wear it in public. I don't care if I look odd. I want to make all of my own clothes. I just do.

"The endearing charm of the gentle, romantic life captured so vividly in Victoria magazine returns, following the announcement that Hoffman Media will relaunch the much beloved magazine in November, 2007." Victoriamag.com Right now, I feel that ecstatic commingling that fandom brings. Can it be true my beloved magazine is coming back? Will it be as good as before? Have you ever remembered something from your childhood and wished with all your might that you could see it now, in the present world, and see how it adapted to present technology? How much richer and more interactive it might be. Yet you know that it is as impossible as your being able to travel backward in time to a more gracious age. Yet for me, this wish is coming true.

My picture was included in this city guide . The administrators solicited my photo from Flickr, requested how best to credit my work, and here it is.

My days with Oskar passed quickly. At first we remained reserved. I felt sometimes that Gauvain’s spirit was with us still. I looked in the mirror and sometimes fancied I saw him there, looking back at me with condemning eyes. I knew all was not well. My happiness was not without bitterness. But still I gave myself completely over to my passionate love. I dined with him. We walked to familiar places, hand in hand. We recalled the merriment we had shared as children, here and there. Our innocence was not lost, but somehow found in one another’s eyes as for days we had a thousand things to do that we should have been doing for the past several years we had been denied one another. He became not just my lover, but the other half of my soul. I did not look to the end of summer any more than to the end of my life. I felt that they were the same. Life without this man would be my life no longer. To love—and be loved. I knew as I held him close that I had a precious gift many who lived to...

I adore this, complete with Mary Shelley.

Interesting article to read.