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“I have come to realise it doesn’t make much sense to ponder the meaning of life; that it is a question induced by melancholy; that an answer is not really what we are looking for. Does it not disappear the minute we find joy again? Who, when finally seized by a great desire to love, to dance, to work, still wonders: what is the meaning of life?”

— Belinda Cannone, Petit éloge de l'embrassement

bookishfreedom

serendipity used books aka my happy place

myjetpack

My cartoon for this weekend’s @Guardian Books.

p.s. my book ‘Revenge of the Librarians’ is out now: tomgauld.com

dostoyevsky-official

somehow the poor cops who we were told are simply too understaffed and underpaid because of Woke to deal with 'rampant rising crime' have found the strength to beat the shit out of college students across the whole country for peacefully saying "divest from the country killing innocent palestinians in the tens of thousands"

pacey-grey

I made a baby blanket for a pregnant woman at work and I went back and forth about it like “is this weird? To like hand make something for someone when we’re like friendly acquaintances not like bffs. God why are you so fucking awkward.” Anyway I gave it to her and she said she loved it and in the back of my head I’m like yea she’s nice and probably just humoring the weirdo. Well she texted me a picture this weekend of a scrunchy faced newborn at the hospital wrapped in the blanket I made her. And I’m like. Wow. She loved it so much she took it with her! To the hospital! To give birth! She wrapped her newborn it! I am just so filled with love and joy right now.

People will love the things you make them. Because you thought of them and you cared.

deeevonreigh

Before I had my firstborn, I worked in a corporate office and there was one lady I worked with who was notoriously a lil grumpy. I announced my pregnancy in a team meeting at 13 weeks. Around 39 weeks, my team threw me a baby shower. Everyone had gone in on a gift for me, except for Grumpy Lady, who had brought her own gift. I opened it to find a crocheted baby blanket. I looked at her and she said “i went to the store the day you announced you were pregnant to buy yarn and started making it that night.”

Flash forward 2 years, I’m now a stay at home mom, pregnant with my second child, and a package appears on my door step. There’s no return address. I open it to see another handmade blanket and a note from Grumpy Lady that says “I couldn’t let the first baby be the only one with a blanket.”

I honestly can hardly remember the gifts people bought for me, but I always tell people about the blankets she made for me. 🥹