One of my random New Year suggestions for myself is to apply these words from Tom Clancy, “The only way to do everything you’d like to do is to read.” Tidying, the portfolio life, and pretending I’m in movies? It’s been an awesome reading year so far.
I am married to a man who physically unfurls in the sun, embracing it like a worshiper at his idol. He gets all sunny from the inside, out. He tans in five minutes. He glows. The guy loves the sun. And therefore summer. I blame my modest upbringing for this – and by modest, I mean, I was barely allowed to wear shorts – but summer for me is more
Tonight I tackled the sock basket. That was today’s little contribution to The Great Simplification Process I embarked on – a while ago – and still feel so far from completing. Our dryer grows socks. I’m pretty sure of it. I put the new ones in a basket, hoping their twin will be cloned eventually. The basket gets fuller and fuller, because do I have time to sift through that