on the Pacific Northwestern front.*
My parents are coming to Portland tomorrow for a visit that I have been happily anticipating for weeks now. Pre-parent preparations are in full swing - I took a toothbrush and bleach to the shower grout, have gotten on my hands and knees to scrub the floors, and am about to embark on a serious laundry mission - which is why things have been a little quiet 'round the old blog recently. I plan to be quiet here for the next week or so as well, while Barry and I show my parents what a beautiful city we've moved to. If any of you are fiending for earrings, though, have no fear. I'll be updating the sulu-design etsy shop little by little each day, even while my parents are here, since I've been working on lots of new pieces recently. I'll see you back here in a week or so, when it'll be time to start preparing for a visit from Barry's parents. I love an excuse to scrub grout!
*I must admit that I never read the book that this post title refers to, although it was assigned reading in a history class I took my first year in college. Until that point, I was a pretty serious student and never would have skipped reading an assigned book. But freshman year threw me for a loop, being away from home in living in New York City and all, and I did some... ahem... pretty uncharacteristic things. I'll never forget the day we discussed this book in class. You'd think I would have sat in the back and tried to make myself as unnoticeable as possible since I didn't have a clue about the content of the book. Instead, I sat myself right up front and decided to chime in to the discussion. Oh, the nerviness of youth. At one point, I got so passionate about whatever the heck I was saying that I dramatically moved my hand and knocked my unread copy of the book off my desk. In a total slow motion scene, my book, fresh and clean as the day I'd bought it weeks prior, sailed down to the ground - with the eyes of everyone in the room fixated upon it - and landed with a thud that punctuated the declaration: "Look, professor! Look, students! My spine hasn't been cracked! My pages haven't been turned! I am unread!" Traitor.