
Bless This Mess


This amazing bit of history came across my desk today, and I was so enchanted, I couldn’t resist sharing it as a special bonus Friday afternoon treat. It’s very simply a letter from John Steinbeck to Marilyn Monroe asking for a signed photo, the kind of letter I’m sure she received daily by the thousands. But there’s something so genuine and charming and disarming about it, I think it’s really going to stick with me. Now, whenever I think of Steinbeck, this letter will pop up in my memory and make me smile.
Happy Friday, all! (By the way, if you didn’t check out this morning’s post, go do that. It’s a helluva thing!)

Sometimes of a Friday afternoon, I decide we need something light and fun. Today’s bonus post is just such a thing. I happened across this audio recording of Beatles studio bloopers, and I thought you might get a kick out of it, as did I.
Happy Friday!
As is sometimes my wont, today is the Friday before a holiday, and so I’m feeling extra… I don’t know. Something. Maybe just extra.
This lovely commercial (for John Lewis & Partners department stores, who apparently have very deep pockets) popped up in my Youtube breadcrumbs last night, and it seemed just the right thing for today’s bonus post.
Enjoy, my lovelies!
*Title shamelessly stolen from an article by Stephen Smith, published on American Radio Works

Blue Mirror Sparton 558 “Sled” Radio by Walter Dorwin Teague Design, 1937
Beloved and I are heading out for a couple of weeks of fun and sun and doing a whole lot of nothing, and when this popped up in my feed, I thought it was the perfect feel-good video to kick it off. Enjoy!

“In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.“We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.“Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.”–In Flanders Fields by Maj. John M. McCrae, 1915