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on my nightstand

lots of yummy reads stacked by the bed these days... (in part thanks to the many fabulous authors in my orbit :) i love savoring the goodness in little bits, reading a little here and a little there. by 8pm i'm usually so exhausted, that's about all i can muster. i haven't been reading all that much fiction lately, though i am enjoying knit two as it's perfectly girly and light for a tired mom at bedtime. once i'm done with that i plan to dive into alice in wonderland as i have never actually read the original book and i am so excited to see the visual feast that the upcoming movie promises to be! i've also been perusing lots of magazines. i've always found so much inspiration in my favorites, and i love that i can cut them up and use them in projects when i'm done.

so here's what's in my stack...

alice in wonderland ~ the classic by lewis carroll
tranquilista ~ kimberly wilson's new lifestyle book
the seed handbook, the feminine way to create business ~ by lynne franks
knit two ~ the follow up to 'the friday night knitting club' by kate jacobs
what to expect the first year ~ by h. murkoff, s. hathaway, a. eisnberg
the explosive child ~ about collaborative problem solving by dr. ross greene
momma zen ~ a beautifully wise and heartful read by karen maezen miller
my journal, made for me by a creative friend
the artistic mother ~ shona cole's brand new inspiring book
boho magazine ~ the debut issue. can't wait for the next one to hit the stands
taking flight ~ by kelly rae roberts, social worker turned artist extraordinaire
artful blogging ~ with so many blogging friends on the pages along side me
where women create ~ spring 2010 issue


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