My blog is still quite young, still trying to get a sense of its identity. Yes, Thrippie is at the helm, but where is she going? Does she have enough citrus to ward off scurvy? And do the stripes of her sailor suit make her look like a ringed potato?
As I apprentice in the art of the Blog Post, I wonder about such things as: How much text is too much? How many tangents can one Post hold?
I must admit, in my study of the art of Blog, that I love blogs with thoughtful text but also with good pictures: pictures of food, pictures of crafts, pictures of clothes, all of it.
As the semester draws to a close, I also sense that every teacher-type person I know is up to his/her armpits in grading.
So, it's seems like a fine time to back off of the words a little, and catch up on photos of my Thrippie Accoutrements. Enjoy!
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| Dickens the cat poses with the festive tablecloth I found at the Union Gospel Mission Thrift Store in Spokane. I bought a small, narrow table from Target to use as extra prep space when I'm cooking, and this tablecloth transforms it into a serving space, too, when the party gets started. It's not really supposed to be a kitty platform, but I'm not good at setting boundaries. |
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| This photo looks a little bit Wicked Witch of the West, but I wanted to show my biker boots from Buffalo Exchange (which I wrote about in October) and my H&M sparkle knee socks from my friend Erin! I wore these (under many layers) to a coffee shop yesterday, and I felt tough and festive. One perk about being disorganized is that you have the pleasure of being reunited with your own treasures! The sparkle socks still had their tags. No more! Now theyare mine forever. And it's hard to beat the feeling of a fresh pair of sparkle.  Permit me one more photo of Dickens. He's starting up a nap next to the bring marimekko bag I found at a Goodwill near campus. I've been riding the bus some mornings to work, and a bright floral tote feels like a fine way to defy winter gloom. |
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