One pretty incredible thing I hadn’t counted on with this whole blog business is the relationships I have because of it. I just plain adore my blog pals. And their crafty, hilarious, kindred, rich, fabulous, inspiring -ness. People I didn’t know before March of 2007 and people, who, really, I still don’t know, as in I haven’t heard their actual voice, but do know in this raw and lovely way. (And, for the record, blog pals, all of those words that link to those women could have been interchanged. You are all crafty, hilarious, kindred, rich, fabulous and inspiring to me. Thanks.)
So, a little shout out to a few textile objects that are now in Missoula, Montana instead of other warmer states because of the Incredible Blog Pals.
Funny thing is two of these women have something in common that I am only realizing as I type: they are the only two people to whom I have secretly given peach butter (cause my man objects to sharing the deliciousness). Finny won it and Kelle turned thirty. But Pacific received a bag of orange goo with a lame apology note from usps. Atlantic got it in tact. Fin, owe you one.
Anyway, as I sit in my orange cushy office chair on a Friday night with my girl’s cozy noggin and my cozy neck, my cell phone forgotten at work and martini within reach at my computer, well, shucks, I feel lotsa love and admiration for all of you out there. Cheers to a three-day weekend and a brand spankin‘ new president on Tuesday.