The week started with the sad news Pete Seeger had passed away. I love his music and his convictions. He was truly a man who walked the talk–or maybe you could say walked the song.
Okay, that is the cropped version of the announcement. All about me, right? Here is the real one.
I forgot to take pictures of me dropping my designs off at the IGCA for the Object Runway gallery show this month, but I did buy a very cute t-shirt from last year’s show. (Tripp feels I should keep Gertrude clothed.)
It is Super Bowl Sunday for every one but me. All of the testosterone in our house is watching the game while eating things smothered in cheese. My husband, a perpetually disappointed Kansas City Chiefs fan, is using this opportunity–in his own words–to celebrate every mistake the Broncos make.
Instead of watching modern day gladiators, I have been staring at this for almost 12 hours. Moving right along.
I am beginning to understand what a hurdler’s life is like. You just keep jumping and jumping–eventually the landscape has got to change. I am hoping that by the end of the next week my arms go from here