Wednesday I went to a private reception at the Edward Gorey House on Cape Cod for the opening party for "The Gashlycrumb Tinies". Word was not spread about this until the last minute, so I dropped everything to make the drive down to the cape, braving tempestuous storm clouds along the way.
Of course even on short notice, I had to dress for the occasion, so I put on my silk chiffon Batwing Overdress and created a special hat which I hope Mr. Gorey would have approved of...
Looking at original art for "The Gashlycrumb Tinies", I quickly learned through Mr. Gorey's handwritten notes that the name of this seminal work was not always clear to him, but began rather inauspiciously as "The Something Tinies". Here is a rather charming edition showing how this ghoulish humour has found it's way around the far reaches of the world:

The Chinese edition is entitled "Dead Little Babies"...
Around the house, various victims were scattered, to be found in the casual fashion of stumbling upon them:

Charming family members were there to welcome guests during their stay:


There were photos of Mr. Gorey in days of bliss:

And his "full-bodied" presence was one not to be missed:

Fear not animal lovers, for there was a sign proclaiming Edward Gorey's change of heart, when he became an avid animal rights advocate and stopped wearing any fur, but rather left it to the raccoons that were allowed to live in his attic.
Being a designer, I can't help but claim these "tassles with a dark past" as one of my all-time most treasured finds:

And what evening would be complete without some strawberry filled cake on Strawberry Lane?:

This was an absolutely treasured event for me. I have been to Gorey's house on various occasions before, but there was such a palpable warmth of spirit there that evening, I met many wonderful people and it's such fun talking with all the others present who knew Gorey, each in our own way... like gathering and putting together the pieces of a grand puzzle.
One woman told us the fact that he shared his phone number with us after the first time we talked to him was very out of character considering how shy Gorey was, and that he must have felt a warmth of spirit and connection with us to have been so open. She then in turn offered us to stay with her next time we were on the Cape so we wouldn't have to make the drive back to Salem. She said Gorey would come to her house sometimes (her home was built in 1740), and that he said he was happy there. She used to run it as a bed and breakfast, but is now retired, although she still keeps the rooms up, and said we'd have one whenever we wanted ~ to just knock whenever we need a room ~ any time of year.
This was the kind of feeling to be had that night from all the wondrous and varied people we met. Many of them seemed to think I was an apparition from one of his drawings, and they particularly enjoyed my hat... I can't wait until my next visit, when I will stay at the 1740 house down the path from Gorey's, and continue to absorb this glowing spirit of the place.
~ Kambriel
[Kambriel.com ~ Etsy ~ Bluesky ~ Twitter ~ Tumblr ~ Facebook ~ Instagram]
Of course even on short notice, I had to dress for the occasion, so I put on my silk chiffon Batwing Overdress and created a special hat which I hope Mr. Gorey would have approved of...
Looking at original art for "The Gashlycrumb Tinies", I quickly learned through Mr. Gorey's handwritten notes that the name of this seminal work was not always clear to him, but began rather inauspiciously as "The Something Tinies". Here is a rather charming edition showing how this ghoulish humour has found it's way around the far reaches of the world:

The Chinese edition is entitled "Dead Little Babies"...
Around the house, various victims were scattered, to be found in the casual fashion of stumbling upon them:

Charming family members were there to welcome guests during their stay:


There were photos of Mr. Gorey in days of bliss:

And his "full-bodied" presence was one not to be missed:

Fear not animal lovers, for there was a sign proclaiming Edward Gorey's change of heart, when he became an avid animal rights advocate and stopped wearing any fur, but rather left it to the raccoons that were allowed to live in his attic.
Being a designer, I can't help but claim these "tassles with a dark past" as one of my all-time most treasured finds:

And what evening would be complete without some strawberry filled cake on Strawberry Lane?:

This was an absolutely treasured event for me. I have been to Gorey's house on various occasions before, but there was such a palpable warmth of spirit there that evening, I met many wonderful people and it's such fun talking with all the others present who knew Gorey, each in our own way... like gathering and putting together the pieces of a grand puzzle.
One woman told us the fact that he shared his phone number with us after the first time we talked to him was very out of character considering how shy Gorey was, and that he must have felt a warmth of spirit and connection with us to have been so open. She then in turn offered us to stay with her next time we were on the Cape so we wouldn't have to make the drive back to Salem. She said Gorey would come to her house sometimes (her home was built in 1740), and that he said he was happy there. She used to run it as a bed and breakfast, but is now retired, although she still keeps the rooms up, and said we'd have one whenever we wanted ~ to just knock whenever we need a room ~ any time of year.
This was the kind of feeling to be had that night from all the wondrous and varied people we met. Many of them seemed to think I was an apparition from one of his drawings, and they particularly enjoyed my hat... I can't wait until my next visit, when I will stay at the 1740 house down the path from Gorey's, and continue to absorb this glowing spirit of the place.
~ Kambriel
[Kambriel.com ~ Etsy ~ Bluesky ~ Twitter ~ Tumblr ~ Facebook ~ Instagram]
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Date: 2005-06-25 01:46 pm (UTC)And I love the "Ogdred Weary" font.
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Date: 2005-06-25 03:44 pm (UTC)Hee, the title of the Chinese Gashlycrumb Tinies is "Dead Little Babies." I'm really surprised that it exists in Asia, what with it being an alphabet book. I'd love to get my hands on it and see how they've translated it. Assuming there's a Japanese version. This one looks Chinese. Did you get to look inside the book, or was it in a case?
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Date: 2005-06-28 01:42 am (UTC)1) Do you have a Fantod Deck?
2) Why haven't we seen you in so long?
3) We live in Rockport now, so you should come up for the 4th of July. We're having a big pot luck, and at night, Rockport has a heathen bonfire about 60 feet tall on back beach.. its truly amazing! Last year, they burnt Frosty the snowman in effigy... real small town fun!! ;-)
Yours, T & J
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Date: 2005-06-29 01:52 pm (UTC)2.) We've been in work-work-work land most of the time. The irony is that lots of people think being self-employed means things are so much easier and less-stressful, when it actually translates into working pretty much all the time with no days/time off at all... Wouldn't have it any other way though ;)
3.) Sounds great! I'll talk to Curse and see whether he already had any plans set up, or if we can wrangle ourselves away that day :)
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Date: 2005-07-08 05:10 am (UTC)I remember when we went to see him at the MFA.
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