My Love of Book Sculpting

 Have you ever thought about what happens to old books.
I love my books so much that I keep every single of of them, the house will be over crowded one day

I know, that's ok if we run out of room my beloved can move out to make room for the books.

The only way I would part with my books is if this was going to happen to them.

Book sculpting

I ♥ it 

 The Mad Hatters Tea Party

 Peter Pan

I'm in awe of such talent, Su Blackwell and sure must to check out, you will fall madly, deeply, truly in love with her work.
There are of course many more artisits that have captured my eye, but not as much as Su's work does.
Except for one young lady called Gina Lee who is still in school in West Salem Oregon.

♥ it

♥ Olive

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Love Letters

Does anyone still write Love Letters.
Ive been wondering this for a while, Ive also been looking at Love letters that famous people have written over the years.
Wow some of them are pretty amazing and heart felt.

 To Clara Schmann (1838)

What a heavenly morning! All the bells are ringing; the sky is so golden and clear..and before me lies your letter.
I send you my first kiss, beloved.

Robert Schumann

 How sweet would it be to receive this from your lover, just knowing he was thinking about you.
 
Ive never had a love letter, Ive had letters from friends where they declare there love for me as a friend, but never a letter declaring true love.

I don't want to say I long for this, but it sure would be nice.
I wondered if I left them scattered all over the house, my beloved boyfriend would pick one up and be inspired to write one from his heart just for me.

Oh how I dare to dream

My faviorite love letter is from Mark Twain to his beloved wife.

Livy darling, six years have gone by since I made my first great success in life and won you, and thirty years have passed since Providence made preparation for that happy success by sending you into the world. 
Every day we live together adds to the security of my confidence, that we can never any more wish to be separated than that we can ever imagine a regret that we were ever joined.
You are dearer to me to-day, my child, than you were upon the last anniversary of this birth-day; you were dearer then than you were a year before—you have grown more and more dear from the first of those anniversaries, and I do not doubt that this precious progression will continue on to the end.
Let us look forward to the coming anniversaries, with their age and their gray hairs without fear and without depression, trusting and believing that the love we bear each other will be sufficient to make them blessed.
So, with abounding affection for you and our babies, I hail this day that brings you the matronly grace and dignity of three decades. 
Always yours,
S.L.C.
["Mark Twain" was a nom de plume, Samuel Langhorne Clemens was his given name.]

 Im Such a hopeless romantic

 ♥ Olive