Linda G. Hill has presented me with One Lovely Blog Award.
The rules of this award are:
1. Thank the person who nominated you.
2. Share 7 things about yourself.
3. Nominate 15 bloggers.
4. Notify the nominees.
5. Put the logo of the award on your blog.
Thanks, Linda! I’m delighted to be thought of as Lovely.
1. I love receiving awards, because they make me feel special. Truly, Linda makes me feel special most days. Her voice exudes a warmth and vitality that makes me feel like we’re old friends having a chat, instead of strangers typing into WordPress.
2. I can’t get through Anna Karenina. Anna Karenina and I have been having an on-again-off-again affair for about five years now. No matter how many times people tell me it’s a wonderful book, no matter how many times I pick it back up, I find myself overwhelmed with characters. I may have suffered mild PTSD whilst reading the same (and other) Russian(s) in college. If I feel I need to take notes while reading, that to me indicates study, as opposed to pleasure.
3. I quilt. Like my writing, my quilting goes in spurts, and I have many projects open at once. So long as I keep working on them, one day they will be done. Currently, I’ve got two projects; quilting Drew’s heavy many-shades-of-blue quilt, and piecing a postage stamp quilt from vintage fabrics left to me. I prefer to quilt by hand, because I can’t rely on technology, which breaks and leaves me with an unfinished strip quilt for Sassy, folded in my linen closet. Much easier to sit on the sofa and stitch.
4. I’ve found out that “You can never go home again” takes awhile to settle in. For me, the surroundings and the vibes are the same, but I was gone too long, or haven’t been back long enough to feel like anything is normal. Everything old is new again. When I see people I love, I feel like I could just pee my pants with excitement. Inside, I am secretly screaming, “MY PEOPLE! MY TRIBE!” as if I’ve not seen them in years, but I try to act as normal as possible.
5. Last year, Moo wrote an essay about me, which included how I clean before people come over, as if that’s the only time I clean. Since then, when I clean, she asks me, “Who’s coming over?” There’s a brief moment where I lunge at her and start to yell, “No one is com–” and then she laughs maniacally. Now they’re all doing it! Sadly, as long as this has been going on, it never fails to raise my ire, and begin the yelling, “No one is –GAH!” Oh how they laugh!
6. I’ve figured out why I’m at war with the laundry: winter clothes are much bigger, thicker — more mass than summer clothes. I’ve been dealing with summer clothes for so long, winter clothes seem ungainly.
7. When I was a little girl, two of my favorite things to eat were French toast and grilled cheese. But, I would mix them up when I ordered, and be completely devastated when the wrong dish arrived. Either I had really wanted a pickle, or I ended up drinking hot chocolate with my grilled cheese. Those were sad days.
Listing fifteen bloggers I love to read is an easy task. Hyperlinking to those fifteen blogs is annoying, and is the reason I suspect so many bloggers don’t want to take time to accept awards. Also, I’m nervous enough to vomit while taking this link over to other bloggers’ blogs, like I’m just begging for attention. It’s not like I’m screaming, “I think you’re special, please, come think I’m special, too!” No, it feels nothing like that. *squirms*
Voila! All done that! Enjoy your weekend!