bargain book finds.
Yesterday I had my yearly "inspection" at the lady doctor, who is, contrary to the name I use, a man. It was uneventful, for the most part. They did have to draw blood from me though, since they're testing my kooky thyroid levels, and that was rather painful. My veins are stubborn, finicky, and prone to hiding. I've been turned away during a Red Cross blood drive. Sorry, dear, you're just too much trouble. You may have a cookie anyway though.
As a reward for not crying or asking anyone why the paper sheet was ever thought to be a good idea, I bought three children's books from a bargain bookshop. Edith and Mr. Bear and A Gift from the Lonely Doll by Dare Wright were two of them. A couple of years ago I read a biography of Dare Wright called The Secret Life of the Lonely Doll: The Search for Dare Wright. Her life was truly bizarre and totally fascinating. Last night I found a website that seems to be run by the woman whose pictures and stories formed the backbone of the biography I read...though the book isn't mentioned on her site. Perhaps she didn't approve of the finished product? At any rate, I now own the only three children's books by Wright that are still in print (the other one being The Lonely Doll). And all three of them are kind of strange. I don't think I'd feel comfortable showing them to a child, since there's something subtly sexual and subversive about them all. Basically, they're creepy. I like them because they're so weird. Actually, I don't really know why I like them. The fact that they're so weird is interesting, yes, but I think I just found the story of their author so interesting that her books are interesting by default.
The other book I got was a version of Disney's Cinderella. It's a Reader's Digest book, which are always a little strange. For example, this book doesn't have an ISBN listed on it anywhere, which feels very much like I've found a book that doesn't actually exist. Anyway, the illustrations by Retta Scott Worcester are beautiful:

They're the same illustrations from the original Little Golden Book from the 40's, which is back in print. I was thrilled to find this book yesterday, since I didn't know there was a Little Golden Book version available until just a second ago. I'd seen the artwork at the last exhibit I saw in the Disney Gallery, which was all about vintage Disney storybook art. It was a wonderful exhibit, but it just made me sad, since the gallery closed shortly afterwards (to become the Disneyland Dream Suite...which I think was a terrible idea). I'm planning on making another shrinky dink bracelet that's all Cinderella. I have a better idea of what I'm doing now, so it should turn out a little more consistant.
As a reward for not crying or asking anyone why the paper sheet was ever thought to be a good idea, I bought three children's books from a bargain bookshop. Edith and Mr. Bear and A Gift from the Lonely Doll by Dare Wright were two of them. A couple of years ago I read a biography of Dare Wright called The Secret Life of the Lonely Doll: The Search for Dare Wright. Her life was truly bizarre and totally fascinating. Last night I found a website that seems to be run by the woman whose pictures and stories formed the backbone of the biography I read...though the book isn't mentioned on her site. Perhaps she didn't approve of the finished product? At any rate, I now own the only three children's books by Wright that are still in print (the other one being The Lonely Doll). And all three of them are kind of strange. I don't think I'd feel comfortable showing them to a child, since there's something subtly sexual and subversive about them all. Basically, they're creepy. I like them because they're so weird. Actually, I don't really know why I like them. The fact that they're so weird is interesting, yes, but I think I just found the story of their author so interesting that her books are interesting by default.
The other book I got was a version of Disney's Cinderella. It's a Reader's Digest book, which are always a little strange. For example, this book doesn't have an ISBN listed on it anywhere, which feels very much like I've found a book that doesn't actually exist. Anyway, the illustrations by Retta Scott Worcester are beautiful:

They're the same illustrations from the original Little Golden Book from the 40's, which is back in print. I was thrilled to find this book yesterday, since I didn't know there was a Little Golden Book version available until just a second ago. I'd seen the artwork at the last exhibit I saw in the Disney Gallery, which was all about vintage Disney storybook art. It was a wonderful exhibit, but it just made me sad, since the gallery closed shortly afterwards (to become the Disneyland Dream Suite...which I think was a terrible idea). I'm planning on making another shrinky dink bracelet that's all Cinderella. I have a better idea of what I'm doing now, so it should turn out a little more consistant.














