I think I might be one. If you think you are too, here are the warning signs: Your job is all you can talk about. Until you become a boring stresshead to your friends. You know, the people who knew you before you got the job. The people who know you are indeed American, but you haven’t really lived there for 17 years, so your Americaness is well, no BFD. You’re sitting in your jacket and scarf and boots. With…
1. It complements my healthy-eating plan. When I’m eating grapes or rice-cakes and therefore hungry, it helps to re-pin cake recipes. 2. I can keep wedding ideas together without glue or paper-cuts. 3. It’s a source of my daily Zen. 4. And sometimes it tells me what to do next. 5. It’s shown my that broken books can be beautiful. 6. It tells me I’m not the only one. 7. If I pin a project, I might actually try it.…
Some more maybe not-so-little known facts about me: I have a serious problem with spending money in places that don’t have accessible toilets, or anywhere I have to move furniture to get around. I engage Go Go (or not) Gadget Camel if the place sells books or cheesecake. I’m weak. Current obsessions include: Yankee Candles, escapist books, my father’s incredible shrinking tumour, episodes of Roseanne (before they won the lottery) and wedding blogs. The highlight of my day yesterday was…
I’m not claustrophobic or anything, but I’m beginning to think our place is too small. It isn’t really; we just have too much junk. I could speak only for myself, but I won’t. A few weeks ago, Sarge spent a day or two making the Reading Room look, well, like a room. He put photos up and everything. One of them is actually a collage, because I have a crafty cousin who does that sort of thing. I do not.…
I haven’t had a lot of screen time recently. This is what I’ve been doing while not staring at a computer screen: Collecting train tickets and using them as bookmarks. Eating pizza while watching my Dad attempt to play jump rope with an extension cord. The morphine is working! Meditating/crying while in a church. Reading Naked on the train, while wearing clothes. Drinking cider at The Scottish Real Ale Festival. I’m such a rebel. Getting a free copy of Rebecca…
