Are You Living The Dream?

She was living the dream.

I was so jealous of her, y’all. She was so cool, and living the dream, like, my dream house. It was small, at least in terms of square footage, but was built on the edge of the lake/side of a deep hill, so it was, like, three stories tall with extensive decks and flower beds going on the side of the hill, so you do a lot of your living outside.

This woman was an artist and gardner, and we could see pumpkins and squash and tomatoes and huge tall sunflowers, among other annuals and perennials. So cool.

She was living the dream. Maybe that’s not my dream. Or maybe living the dream isn’t something we should aspire to?

I didn’t think my dream was this. I thought my dream was research. Brookings. But maybe not. Maybe “living the dream” is just living a good life.

What do you think? Are you living the dream? What does that look like?

 

 

Travels with Textiles

At the Ren Fair, my character spins yarns – either stories, real wool carding and spinning, or knitting.

We encounter and enter our richest, most humanly defining experiences by way of a tear in the fabric of things, because we are running late, or because we recognize, across a crowded room, a face whose lack of perfection allows a unique light to shine through and to stir us with uncommon wonder. – Eugene Kennedy

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This was my garb the first year. The chemise and bodice were linen and heavier than I thought they would be.

Doing this allowed me to travel back in time, figuratively, and imagine if that were my daily life. I could feel the linen on my shoulders and scratch my neck, and smell the dank tufts of sheep’s wool.

Travel theme chosen by Where’s My Backpack?