On Whidbey
On the island I am covered in words. They are pestery things: it’s a little bit like the imagery and acquaintance conjured up when he said he woke up “covered in a Wookie coat” of mosquitos. This is not as…
On the island I am covered in words. They are pestery things: it’s a little bit like the imagery and acquaintance conjured up when he said he woke up “covered in a Wookie coat” of mosquitos. This is not as…
Part I: The Race That Was Not (A Race) — To Whom It May Concern, This weekend I participated in your Rebel Race. A friend encouraged me to “Escape the Weakday”–GREAT slogan!–and be a rebel. I must also admit that…
I took half of Friday to recharge my batteries and see The Met’s annual collaboration with The Costume Institute, called “Impossible Conversations: Schiaparelli and Prada.” A little background: Elsa Schiaparelli was a designer whose heyday was during the 1930s-60s. She…
1. I just had a brainfart and tried to go to the blogger platform to add this post. As much as I love the flexibility this platform allows me, I think I really miss the user interface of blogger. Hm….
Heh. SPOILER AHEAD. …Sometimes, marketing goes terribly awry. Still, the nail colors sported by those peeps in the Capitol sure were sparkly.
This is Sprocket. Well, that’s Sprocket and me, anyway. Sprocket likes to run and play, like any other dog. And, like any other dog owner, I will say that he is probably the best behaved dog I know. His…
This past week has been utterly non-stop. Last Thursday I went to Connecticut for the annual Go Red luncheon, in support of awareness of women’s heart disease. Later that night, I picked up my good friend Nicola from the bus…
Ooh, but it’s felt like a very long time since I’ve had time to sit about and do nothing. First there was a trip to DC to help move my brother and his wife into their lovely new home in…
So. While I was headed down to the gym earlier tonight (at 10:30! What a joke!) I was struck with the most certain terrifying thought that if I didn’t write down all of the wedding weekend festivities, I’d just…forget. I…
I’m taking a break from purging my closet to write this post. A girl needs a break, after all. Since I’ve spent roughly the last two hours purging, I have been reminded of a few things. I am an inveterate…