The Playground calendar is here.
I actually cried when I saw the first one.
Tears of happy-delight and oh-the-cuteness, but also because it is the most beautiful, simple, glowing, play-filled physical thing that I have created.
A tiny sweet thing! Look at its toes!
Other than the actual Playground, of course. But the Playground is so much a part of this calendar that they both exhale the same sweet magical air.
Their internal culture is the same.
I had this idea that I’d be able to describe it.
But I can’t.
Every time I want to try, I get lost in looking at it again.
And then a good ten minutes disappear while I am entranced with each month, and giggle over its sweetness.
Words really do not do this calendar justice. How many times can I say MAGICAL and know that I’m not even beginning to transmit the meaning? Pictures don’t either.
Not even slightly. This calendar is insanely gorgeous, instantly uplifting, and so full of play and possibility that you want to go skipping through fields humming your favorite song.
And planning marvelous plans!
Also: is there anything more fabulous than a pensive hobby horse wearing a magenta wig?
In fact, it shouldn’t even share the same name with other calendars.
Hey, metaphor mouse! What do you call a calendar that’s so out of the league of other calendars that it’s become something else entirely?
It’s like a portal.
Ah, words. I wish I could put this portal in your hands right this second so that you could experience it.
All I can do is tell you stories…
My wonderful friend and colleague Cairene came to the Playground last week and saw one. Cairene is wise, thoughtful, and unbelievably creative about time. She thinks about time more than anyone I know.
Anyway, she fell madly in love with the calendar and couldn’t put it down. She said, “THIS is the calendar I have always wanted and didn’t even know it!”
Then another friend’s husband came by, and he couldn’t put it down or stop exclaiming over it either.
My realtor saw it and instantly wanted one for herself.
We sent them out last week to everyone who pre-ordered, and have been flooded in joyful and enthusiastic appreciation letters.
The First Mate, who is very good at things like this, saw how sad I was that more people wouldn’t get the calendar. And he ordered another batch. A bigger one.
Most of which have already disappeared because people visiting the Playground have grabbed them.
But there are thirty six still available.
And Toozdays are spelled just like that. Fridays get a chicken reminder.
The calendar was originally part of the Gwish Kit so the price includes tuition to a class I’m teaching on how to do creative and magical things within time restrictions, and many of the brilliant things I have learned about this from Rally (Rally!).
I am putting on the hat!
Yes, that hat.
If you want a Playground calendar-portal that will make you cry happy-tears of possibility and get you dreaming of secret plans, you can still do this.
And you get to come to my (online) workshop about time and sneaky ways to get things done, of course.
Here’s the very quiet Gwish Kit page:
I don’t know how long this will stick around but if there are any left by Sunday (???), I’ll try to mention it in the Very Personal Ads.
Play with me! And the commenting blanket fort….
You can be my Enthusiastic about this beautiful, tiny sweet thing being REAL! And being even more beautiful than I could have imagined.
You can help invent magical words that are more fun than “calendar”.
You can plant hopeful gwishes for the new year.
And if you’ve already received yours in the mail (clever person who pre-ordered!), please tell us about how much you are in love with it…. :)
I am going back to looking at my new calendar and dreaming up dreams with it. It is my newest companion-in-play, my silliest partner-in-crime. And I need to go put on a wig and dance around the room.
If you want one of these, you can get one here. Or in the Playground Toy Shop. While supplies last.