Cycles

아녱센요! (a-nyeong-se-yo, or my attempt at a hello).

It's nice to see everybody has survived their summers. I'm so looking forward to fall. Having only one class, I should be able to post more often, right? I guess I should warn you, I just published a post a few minutes ago, but I dated it August 15th. I actually wrote it on the seventh, but my pictures wouldn't upload, so twenty days later here it is! And yes, the power to alter my blogs chronology is some kind of scary cool. Should I say I wrote this when I was six?

Most of the things I alluded to in the previously mentioned post are actually still current. I did sign up for a class, I'm still following my study plan (loosely, but enough to make me wonder if I'm merely an alien replacement), and I haven't yet made my bento freezer staples. However, Snow White and her dwarves are scheduled to leave today for a week so I'm looking forward to a productive weekend at least. Maybe even an actual post?


I'll tell you all about my class when I have something more interesting to say than "I'm taking such-and-such at such-and-such a time." In order to distract you, can I tell you the latest news in sewing blog land? Ms. Casey, from Casey's Elegant Musings, is going to hold a circle skirt sew-along. I've watched her swing dance sew-along, and Ms. Gertie's one for Lady Grey (that was hard to watch, I love colette patterns), and I'm thinking this time maybe I won't just watch.

Desire. 

Dream.

 Do. 

The three steps of obsession. 

This, combined with my halloween costume, my language study, my class, my blog, and the fact that I do actually work now, should fill up my hours quite nicely. I'm hoping to get a lot of crafty stuff done now because, come November, I'm trying for Nanowirmo again. Last year I hit the humiliatingly low number of 5,000 words, which must not happen again. In recognition of all these plans, I'm ending this post with a sappy limerick poem. Enjoy!

My dreams sometimes seem like so much rubbish.

Like shiny candy wrappers,

Tossed away with glee.

In the sweetness of this swiftly fading present,

I give up a cloudy future

For hard and sure reality.