Is it possible that all this magic went unnoticed?

This has been my week. Not very evidently productive, but inspiring nonetheless. Knitting. Medallion-making/wearing. Thrift store shopping. Screen printing. And reading French Milk. Now, I'm no literary critic, but this book is great. Maybe it's because I'm an artist, maybe it's because I'm going to Paris in a few months, or maybe it's just a really inspiring, interesting book. Read it, it's magical.