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.