But my father and I went to Mont Tremblant the weekend before last for a little ski trip. I don't get to ski very often, which puts me at a perpetual advanced beginner/intermediate level, but that was fine for our weekend. My dad was quite accepting of my skills, and we skied well together.
Last night the ladyfriend and I went to hear Naomi Klein speak about the link between capitalism and climate change. Anyone who's experienced the recent snow dump and then April-like weather knows climate change is real. Actually, anyone who understands facts knows climate change is real. Her talk was inspiring and thought-provoking. It is also action-provoking. Things need to change.
The talk dovetailed nicely with an article I read about sourcing ethical wool. Not surprisingly, it points to the fact that one of the biggest issues in sourcing ethical wool is avoiding wool processed in China. This article does talk about the process of mulesing, which actually isn't the main issue; just the main issue groups like PETA like to point to. I'm thinking about sending this link to my LYS since they're into sourcing "local, independent, and eco friendly yarns," but in a conversation with one of the owners she seemed to accept that most yarn for the larger companies is processed in China. Not so local, nor independent, nor eco friendly.
I found this article from the owner of Vulpine (a great cycling clothing company) about the great helmet debate level-headed and logical. Sometimes I wear a helmet; sometimes I don't.
Kate Davies was wearing this dress (without it's matching jacket) while modeling her new cardigan pattern, and it's freakin' adorable. Yes, I would wear this. The cardigan she designed is great with it. She always does such a great job of styling her shoots, and I often find myself loving things she's wearing. What a swell dress!
No snow days up here, but all family in DC & NYC seem to be happily hunkered down. I pretended I had a snow day yesterday by spending half the day in my pajamas working on my tattered nightshirt. I'm concerned that at some point I'm going to have to rely on love alone to keep that thing together, but in the meantime I patch and hope.
I made this last week and am making this tonight. It's a good time for hearty soups and stews.
I'm making my way through this article about Cancer Alley in Mississippi on Bitter Southerner. My father and I rode our bikes along part of that. I remember talking about how the factories were spoiling the landscape, and I remember being intimidated (threatened, sometimes) by the huge trucks going to and from them.
And last but not least (but with no internet link), I started listening to Gloria Steinem's memoir My Life on the Road, read by Debra Winger, on my commute to and from work. I've really come to love audiobooks, and this one is engaging on so many levels.