Dear Blog Readers,
We have become the kind of blogger we never wanted to be — the kind who has a "read our blog" button on our website but the newest post is months old. We blame Facebook for this — it's so much easier to write something there and we seem to have more followers there than we did here on the blog. Still, we can't quite bring ourselves to give it up altogether yet — so instead, we're posting this little note to explain our lack of current entries. Please do check out our facebook page, we think it's fun, if not quite as long form.
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Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Literary Post - with Sock Monkey

Sometimes the smallest least expensive things are the most popular here at Joie. These little sock monkey lights are $5 and we get them in batches of 24. People love them. I was perusing the most recent issue of the New Yorker and read this poem, "The Things" by Donald Hall. It made me think of how one little thing, taken on its own, can become a cherished object. I like that some of the smallest things people buy at Joie probably wind up as one of those things the eye returns to.

When I walk in my house I see pictures,
bought long ago, framed and hanging
—de Kooning, Arp, Laurencin, Henry Moore—
that I’ve cherished and stared at for years,
yet my eyes keep returning to the masters
of the trivial: a white stone perfectly round,
tiny lead models of baseball players, a cowbell,
a broken great-grandmother’s rocker,
a dead dog’s toy—valueless, unforgettable
detritus that my children will throw away
as I did my mother’s souvenirs of trips
with my dead father, Kodaks of kittens,
and bundles of cards from her mother Kate.

lower picture credit jim siegel/ning nong

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