Huh?

Check out this fabric. It's a Japanese import, "Rakugaki Sketchbook," designed by Megumi Sakakibara...but look, it's like a page from a sketchbook, seriously, just like, a bunch of partially drawn rabbits and trees and...whoa.

Also, I'm a little dizzy from the Pulitzer announcements this year. Usually I just yawn and roll my eyes. But this time, one of my favorite writers grabbed the award for fiction. Whutt? Elizabeth Strout is a great writer, and I'm proud to say I've shown up at several of her readings to stare googly-eyed at her and tell her what a genius she is in person (fortunately she has not yet met my eye with a weary "are you stalking me?" gaze), always a kind of awkward and yet totally satisfying thing to do. If you haven't read her *award-winning* novel Olive Kitteridge, or Amy and Isabelle, or even the essay she wrote in The Friend Who Got Away, a great collection of essays about the oh-so-interesting subject of women's friendships that have gone awry, then hotfoot it to the bookstore or the library or start clicketty-clacking on your computer to find her stuff online, O.K.? O.K.

Lynn Nottage, an awesome playwright and my fellow MTC fellow, also won, for her play Ruined that's up at MTC right now. Congratu-hallelujah-lations, Lynn! And can I just point out that the finalists for both drama and fiction were all women? This contributes to my dizziness, O.K.? Reading the list was like a weird optical illusion or something. Since when are women so thoroughly represented, unless it's like, Pulitzer Prizes for Women year, or something? I'm just sayin.