I love bowls, bedding, camisoles…

And, despite a current frustration with my reflection’s pronounced dark, under-eye circles, mirrors.

The antique shop across the street, Poor Richard’s, makes me indescribably happy with the bits they put out on the sidewalk.

A nod to Grace in Small Things, I give you “Unexpected joy in a sidewalk mirror.”

Here’s to joy.

*The title is a mischievous attempt to thwart unassuming fetish seekers.

**Kidding, I think it’s a beautifully complex word, so I used it.

***Not that she ever intended it, but Slouchy has been keeping my fascination with language ignited with her words of the day. Thanks, Sarah.