So Im checking out my favorite Regency blog and the author has posted an article discussing an item of a rather delicate nature...or not, it would seem, as today's ideas of privacy were apparently quite different from our modern standards. The subject matter was about a 'bourdeloue" - or a glorified chamber pot specifically designed for the female body (imagine THAT being advertized on television!).
Well that got me to thinking...mostly about how I would go about writing my…Continue
Ive fallen into a procrastinating funk again…how easy it is to succumb to the feeling of fruitlessness, how anxiously I await some kind of reformation or renewal! Is it part of a creative need to immerse myself in something so deeply that I forget all else? I am jealous of those who can enter and exit that euphoria at will. I used to be able to do it, but it feels like Ive been conditioned to stand attention to the alarm bells of my family whenever they have some small demand. I can never…Continue
Sipping my favorite hot tea, a fragrant blend found only in one of my favorite grocery stores in Houston, Phoenicia.
Head fuzzy. Is it the cold, or is it my brain on overtime trying to find new ways to procrastinate? Must. Think. Of. Something.
Kicking myself for not paying attention to the weather report. Staring down the prospect of buying a (yet another) makrut kaffir lime seedling in the spring, just so I have the right ingredients for the 1 or 2 times I…Continue
Winter has made its first real foray into Gulf Coast Texas. I know this because I drove down in the storm as it headed south from Waco to my little home town, Richmond (its actually not so little anymore, as evidenced by the urban sprawl) on Sunday, and the sulky clouds have hunched over us since then, frigid, bleak, blanketing, with a slap or two of wetness. This is the kind of cold that makes me want to curl up with a good book or some crochet while listening to music...or just the…Continue