Hello Toasties! I hope you are well and happy and not as far behind on your holiday shopping — if you have a holiday to shop for — as I seem to be. We had a delightful week together! Let’s rewind:
I love love loved Rebecca Turkewitz’s essay on visiting, mapping, and obsessing over places we read about in fiction.
“There will be ocean in your eyes and summer on your skin and your mouth will pucker for days, pickled from saltwater.”
A Report on Alexander Hamilton Written by a Kid Who Has Only Listened to the Musical
Speaking of musicals, Elyse Martin wrote about an absolutely wonderful essay about Allegiance and its timely lessons, and LEA SALONGA, ACTUAL GODDESS, TWEETED ABOUT IT (NO YOU CALM DOWN). So this is what professional satisfaction feels like! Truly, I am #blessed.
Are you trying to write the next bestselling thriller aimed at women? Let us help.
“I had cufflinks made out of World War II history books ripped out of his favorite old baseball stadium. Headphones made out of whiskey stone drillbits. It tracks your fitness barbecues.” SOLD
I am unable to resist commenting that those pointy star-shaped lampshades were probably invented by Mina Loy, muse of the Toast, who designed and sold lamps in a Parisian boutique financially backed by Peggy Guggenheim in the era when electric light was still new.
What!! I’m so glad to know this.
I am unable to resist commenting that those pointy star-shaped lampshades were probably invented by Mina Loy, muse of the Toast, who designed and sold lamps in a Parisian boutique financially backed by Peggy Guggenheim in the era when electric light was still new.
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What!! I'm so glad to know this.
I saw loads of those lampshades for sale at the Christmas market I went to the other day and was gutted that not a single one of my light fittings will take one.