Ode to Arabella

I recently got called out by Mignon on taking too long of a hiatus between blog posts, so I'm shaking the dust off my keyboard to bring you an ode to Arabella in photographic essay form.

Arabella and I are friends in real life, though we met online, and she has quickly become a close friend because we have so much in common. She has a sweet, generous nature (though she is FAR less mean than I), and she recently proved it to me by sending me a care package.

Inside was a nice letter ("Happy Summer!" proclaims the envelope), a book about a drag queen and his crack whore boyfriend (fascinating stuff, and a good read), some cute worry dolls, a gorgeous eyeshadow duo in a compact, fancy tea bags (how I love tea!), and cool postcards with a bitchy, Anne Taintor-style '50s theme. I am all about the reimagined, bitchy '50s.

The best part was the cool blue clutch bag that she made for me with her own two hands. There really is nothing like a handmade gift. It's something I can never provide for myself (I am craft-impaired; a knitting class I took ended in tears of rage and frustration), and Arabella is just so damn GOOD at it. She assures me that there are plenty of tears of rage when she sews, too, but I never see that part, so I'll imagine her in a rocking chair in a sunny room, sewing while humming to herself.

Thanks for being such a good friend, A. And anyone who hasn't been over to her blog should pop on by and congratulate her on her good news!