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Stephanie's Written Word is hosting Everything Austen II, a six-month-long joyride through just about anything Jane Austen-related you can come up with.

I am reading Melvyn Bragg's insanely excellent book, The Adventure of English: The biography of a language these days, and I highly recommend it to anyone who hasn't already had the pleasure. It traces the evolution of English from "an obscure Germanic dialect" to the global and diverse organism that it is today, and it is, as they say, excessively diverting.

We got all kitted up, washed our faces, and brushed our I-mostly-work-from-home hair last night to attend the opening of the Melissa Averinos solo art exhibit at the Centerville Historical Museum. It was a glorious summer evening (too warm to wear my new shawl from the V&A, alas), a warm summer night on Cape Cod (who doesn't love that?), and tons and tons of people came out to see Melissa's more than 50 new pieces of stunning new work.

See, now THIS is why I really need to finish up all my works-in-progress. Because on days like today, I get deliveries of glorious and tantalizing new books like THIS:

Now that I'm fully rested from my trip to London, it's time to knuckle down and finish some of the numerous craft projects I have in progress.

I am still dreaming about the Victoria and Albert Museum in London.

Then what happened?

We went to see The Real Thing at The Old Vic twice while we were in London.

St. Martin-in-the-fields lies just to the side of Trafalgar Square. It's "in the fields" because when it was built, it lay in the broad fields between the cities of Westminster and London. Now, of course, it lies in the midst of Tourist Central. No matter. St. Martin-in-the-fields is a lovely church, and plays host to some of the greatest classical recordings and concerts around.

Melissa and I returned home yesterday from #OMGLondon, and I am itching to go back already. I had planned this trip as a quick hit -- just a few days, nothing elaborate -- and now I'm come back and I feel like I could have stayed there for at least another week. Maybe a month.