I have so many loves in my life...my family, my hobbies, my friends, my home...the list could go on and on. But somehow there is always room for another. Enter my new love, Anthony Bourdain. It is hard to resist the bad boy of the culinary world, with his cynical outlook and adventurous spirit. I have been obsessed with watching No Reservations on the Travel Channel. I long to live his life, eating my way around the globe. But I must settle to live vicariously through him for now. 
But not content to merely watch him I also have his voice permeating my head as I read his book Kitchen Confidential. You would think I have enough Anthonys in my life, but I guess there is room for one more.
Ahh, old loves. They fit like a nice well worn pair of converse. Trent has been so good to me through the years. Always there to blast on my car stereo when aggressions, sadness and other emotions need a musical representation. It was so nice to see NIN again in concert at my favorite venue Red Rocks. The concert was wonderful and sitting in the 3rd row was an added bonus.
One final love is of the fiber variety, lest we forget the theme of this blog. When I was a wee preschool child I attended a catholic school complete with nuns in habits. A nap time my favorite nun would busy herself in fiber arts. I often asked what she was making and was told it was a gift for the best napper. You can only imagine my delight when I was gifted this lovely poncho she had spent hours making as we slumbered. I still have it and treasure it dearly. I can only hope to hand down the same sort of memories with my humble creations. 
But not content to merely watch him I also have his voice permeating my head as I read his book Kitchen Confidential. You would think I have enough Anthonys in my life, but I guess there is room for one more.
Ahh, old loves. They fit like a nice well worn pair of converse. Trent has been so good to me through the years. Always there to blast on my car stereo when aggressions, sadness and other emotions need a musical representation. It was so nice to see NIN again in concert at my favorite venue Red Rocks. The concert was wonderful and sitting in the 3rd row was an added bonus. One final love is of the fiber variety, lest we forget the theme of this blog. When I was a wee preschool child I attended a catholic school complete with nuns in habits. A nap time my favorite nun would busy herself in fiber arts. I often asked what she was making and was told it was a gift for the best napper. You can only imagine my delight when I was gifted this lovely poncho she had spent hours making as we slumbered. I still have it and treasure it dearly. I can only hope to hand down the same sort of memories with my humble creations. 
2 comments:
Awesome awesomer and awesomest.
Wow; 3rd row! That's awesome :D
Very sweet story about the poncho!
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