I study Victorian literature. I love writing, reading, and teaching, even though those same things also steal sleep from me.
I also love collecting (and collecting collections). I am an avid thrift store, antique mall, flea market, and estate sale shopper. My basement is filled with feedsack quilts, Pyrex bowls, and pastel planters shaped like deer. At times, I’m a minimalist, although I spent three years missing a small ceramic shoe that I was sure I’d taken to Goodwill in one of my cleaning fits. Luckily, the shoe reappeared in my basement last year.
I spend way too much time rearranging and remaking things. Other, saner people would probably just let them be. My walls are filled with nail holes and my couch has, at one time, occupied every possible angle of my dollhouse-sized living room. I go through phases of loving and loathing my house and everything in it. My three cats generally remain on the list of things that I love, although they’ve been known to test my patience (and my white slipcovers). I have too many houseplants, most of them jade plants. I would be miserable without the company of all these life forms.
For most of my literate-life, I’ve wanted to keep a journal. The stacks of mostly-empty notebooks in my closet attest to my nearly constant failures at daily (or even regular) writing on paper. I started this blog mostly for myself, and then gradually started letting my family and my friends in on the secret. I’m obsessed with decorating my house and I love to cook; these themes dominate my posts. Occasionally, though, other aspects of my life find their way here, too.