
I started this one as part of an assignment for school and didn't put a lot of effort into keeping it. As I now actually read blogs regularly, I have a great sense of what I would like to write about. Or at least what would keep Miss Sarah content.


In a former life knitting, and sometimes quilting, was considered competition for my attention. I was persuaded to put knitting aside for years because it was deemed self indulgent. Spending so much time on Ravelry reminded me of the sense of accomplishment a finshed object gives you, as well as the happiness that comes from wrapping it around someone you love. I've made two pairs of socks since January and now and then I'm gripped with conflict because the happiness of picking up a project is complicated by guilt. I'm confident it will pass ;)
Well then... another class with a blog component. It's my last semester of "Information School" and it will be all done but the crying in 6 weeks. I ordered my graduation dress from Anthropologie in January just to get stoked about it.
This is the orchard-to-be in Alto de los Mores and some of Margie's students. Observe my red bandana. It has been part of my life for 14 years and I do my best work when I wear it. I pulled it out of retirement for my Peru trip. I think if I bring it with me to South Africa I will find the perfect adventure.
My dearest Sarah told me that she checks my blog nearly every day and I'm now feeling very negligent. When classes aren't in session, I've so little to confess. I suppose when I see blogs like Baghdad Burning it's hard to think that "intersession" minutia will suffice. I did attach a recent photo of my lovely lady friends (left to right) Karen, Me & Shelley. This is the balcony of the Cosmopolitan Hotel where my darling Shelley stayed during a hard core capitalist upload for BMO. She's a financial goddess afterall. We were celebrating Karen's recent engagement over Thai food and wine. I promised Sarah that I will post a picture of my Christmas tree with the pipe cleaner angel before New Years. I'm not done with Christmas, I've decided to evaluate the whole Christmas season before I answer the "how was your Christmas?" question. If I based it on 36 hours in the 'shwa, I may not reflect favourably. I have a few more objectives that I will list: