Scent Of Sulphur

The bookmark's made of the corner of an envelope, waste not want not. ;)

Last night I was in bed thinking about books. How I enjoy folding the edge of the page I'm on...just to have a reference where to pick up the story-line again, or that I sometimes read like a maniac just to figure out how the chapter ends. I love the fact that my fingertips have a slightly scent of 'ink' on them...I look at it as the story seeped inside me in a more physical way during the journey from cover to cover. I love it when century old books stand shoulder to shoulder like soldiers, saluting the reader in dusty bookshelves made of majestic oaks that lived for the better part of a millennium...it's something magical about that. Those images that pops up in your head of a character, or the subtle whisper of a poets voice... It will slowly wither away, like the ancient gods lost some of their powers when humans turned their back on them. It was weakness back then, it's convenience now…

I've been down at the local antique dealer's to get a few pointers on where to get some of my valuables appraised. But you know, when in Rome & bladiblah... Well, uhm...I couldn't resist the faint callings of a beautiful swivel mirror with little drawers standing on top of one of the tables. Ca. veeery late 1800s & would go perfectly on my dresser from the same era...mmm! So, I tippy-toed out of that place, with phone numbers in one hand, the other firmly placed around the mirror & a huge grin on my face.
Took this shitty pic with my shitty phone at 3AM, gonna take a better one in the morning.
Had a glance back through the window though...& whispered softly to the oil lamp flickering like an alluring sprite on midsummer night's eve: "I bid you adieu for now, my love. But we will reunite." The lamp's from the same era... Sometimes I wonder if my eyes are somewhat programmed to locate 1800s items. Or maybe it's embedded in my soul from a t…

So, a few days into the new year & my planner's already filling up. Oddly enough, so is my 2 DO list. :P I've decorated the front of my planner with a less than perfect 'Once upon a time...'-theme. Simply to remind me that I'm the one that make things happen. Even though it doesn't always turn out perfectly...I need to make that great fairytale called life get as many happy endings as possible. :) Starting with moving the rest of my stuff out of the house so I can close that chapter of the book. Find a new place to live. Then get something to do a weeeeeee bit closer to home...wherever that will be. ;) These thing's should be stressing me out to a point where I'm in a fetal position crying for my mum, right? Not quite there yet I'm afraid... For now, I'm just quietly sifting through ads & sticking to my planned schedule. 
Oooh, btw! Do anyone know the value of this sweet thing from Stavanger Flint? I've been told it's from the 50s…