As is customary upon arrival home after a year of NSA, I came down with a cold. The kind of cold that makes you think you will never get well, raises the stock of Kleenex Corp. and makes people think that all you ever do is sleep.
I think I'm hitting the tail end - starting to cough, which historically is an
indicator of two or so more days.
But what to you do when your main company is a box of Kleenex?
You research. (I go to NSA - it's what I do)
My most resent topic of study is strong
femininity. I admit it. I am stubborn and
opinionated. Ask anyone who has lived with me or who has worked with me. I get the job done and I move on. Emotion? People have emotions? And I have to pay attention to them?
Hmmmm. Apparently so.
Due to the fact that I have a year until graduation and am looking into various career options, possibly including grad school, I have been reading up on what it means to be a strong Christian woman, while still being a graceful,
thoughtful one. I have issues with being soft. Lace? Frills? Ribbons? Sentimental poetry? Delicate tea cups and cucumber
sandwiches?
Meh. I'm attracted to speed, power, strength, brawn and magical things like tulips, spectacular sunsets and
brilliant stars scattered over the sky just after dusk.
Today has been enlightening. I've browsed sites ranging all over the modesty spectrum, ranging from "stay home forever while wearing long skirts and a bonnet" (kill me now!) to a site that I
appreciated far more than the others. It was started by a girl my age who had the same complaint as I do: shopping for modest clothing can be unbearable. You can do it, but hey, why not save yourself the trouble by starting your own line of clothing? Which she did. And then started blogging about more than simply clothes.
I've posted a link (look to the right).
With the plane - a Cessna 185 Skywagon
Epic Dinner-ness
