Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Saturday, November 26, 2011
Friday, November 25, 2011
Thursday, November 24, 2011
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
What you need:
Mod Podge (or glaze of choice)
hemp or rafia
Using an ink pen, design names.
P.S. If a friend might bring a guest (but you don't know his/her name), there are ways to work around that blip and still give him/her a memorable name tag!
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Monday, November 21, 2011
Sunday, November 20, 2011
Friday, November 11, 2011
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
My friend Avery and I WROTE THIS BOOK!!!
And my friends Trish and Jeremy did all the sketches and block prints!!!
I want to use fifty thousand exclamation points!!!
In T-minus 2 hours, the conference begins!
I've been waiting for today (and tomorrow, and Thursday) all year long!
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Friday, November 4, 2011
Thursday, November 3, 2011
This morning I looked to my left and watched my pup fall asleep against my leg. She'd periodically open her eyes when a loud sound drifted in from outside the open window. Sometimes she'd raise her furry eyebrows and look at me, checking to see if I was on the move or staying put. I watched her chest rise and fall and her ears crinkle.
While human-dog relationships have their obvious limitations (although with her purring, we're not lacking on dialog), I love this little lady. I've never understood the term "best friend," because I have so many good ones and none of them rank higher than the next. But it's safe to say that she's my friend, we're smitten with one another (although perhaps I'm a little more so than she) and she's simply the best.
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
A few friends and I have been working on a handbook for new agrarian apprenticeships and it's going to the printers this morning. I've been chippin' away at this kick-tush assignment since June! At 11:49pm I converted the 76 page word document to a PDF; with a triumphant click of a button (and after a really long 16 megabyte moment), it puttered away into the ether.
I blinked at the computer screen for a couple minutes after the "SWOOOSH" -- the noise my iMail program makes when an email zips away. Faintly aware of stomach rumbles, I uncrossed my accordion legs and shuffled into the kitchen. I chugged some leftover smoothie, marveled at the hot water in the shower (still a delight), donned freshly folded PJs--smelling of lemon leaves from the line--and face-planted into bed.
Today I have no itinerary. I woke up to a light grey, pre-sunrise sky. I opened my bedroom window to let the cool air in and startled a rabbit who scampered East, down the wash behind my house. I nibbled coconut muffins and secretly allowed my dog to sleep on my "illegal" bed while my dad was out. I've been organizing, unpacking, filing, recipe-reading and recycling.
Today I'm dreaming of next week in Santa Fe and Albuquerque -- a whole week with a few spectacular friends and lots of agrarian nerds. To get in the mood, I've been listening to Heritage Radio Network. Last night Severine (of Greenhorns) featured my Trish and Jeremy and I just can't stop smiling, listening to Mr. Smith on repeat.