In Stitches

Let’s just pretend it hasn’t taken me four months to feature another friend.

I’ve been following Andrea’s blog for a while now. It seems we traded blog addresses around the beginning of the year. I could be wrong. She comments here often, and she often comments enthusiastically. And my heart often swells happily as a result.

Let’s see, what else can I say about her? She dances. She analyzes movement in human people (and maybe also nonhuman people). She travels. She loves her husband so so so much. And her family. She loves beauty and nature. Also, she’s incredibly generous, emotionally, and with her time and resources. She’s witty and peppy and deep and ponderous. Is that the right usage? Pondering? Pondericious? Ponderific? Ponderificent?

Andrea came up to camp last Friday. I was in the craft room helping some of the girls make books (these seriously were not your run-of-the-mill kindergarten crafts), and she saw me and said hi and I gave her a hug, and I don’t know if she had any idea how much I was looking forward to seeing her all week, and then once the idea registered that she was in the craft room, I was able to say to myself, “Let the crafts begin.”

So, you see, she’s this creative precisionist and because she appreciates beauty, she puts a great deal of effort into making beautiful things, from cookies (which is one of the main reasons I like her) to quilts. TOTALLY check out her quilts. Seriously. Anyway, when she started picking out paper to make her book, I knew it would be awesome. Partly because her picking paper so deliberately, assessing colors and patterns and the aesthetic flow from page to page took roughly 17 hours. Then she actually had to make the book. I’m sure she’ll blog about it. I can’t wait.

Without further ado, go to her blog.