I am so jealous. Everyone's blogs are so light, airy, full of artsy photographs and evdidence of lives well-lived. Mine gets updated once a month now, with hastily taken photos of whatever completed piece I've managed to scramble together on a weekend home. And I'm not funny, either.
I am so busy with schoolwork that my tiny amount of free time is spent having dinner dates with Michael (for whom I have no funkycool blogging codename. Another source of envy).
My Stitchn'Bitch has been renamed the Fredonia Fiber Arts Club due to members of the Student Association being square-shaped. Ah well, the club's the main thing. It's morphing into more responsibility than I'd planned on, though. When all these natural disasters started happening, I hooked up with the Department of Volunteer Services at the college and told them I wanted to use the club to help out, but I have a feeling that it may be difficult to get my members motivated, and I'll end up making all the scarves, headwarmers and fingerless gloves for Pakistan earthquake relief fundraisers myself......and I don't even have time to start the fifteen projects I want to make for Christmas presents, birthday presents, and let's face it, ME.
Do I have to become a teacher? Can't I just become a designer and buy a farm?