Monday, May 23, 2011

Dear Bora,

I am thinking of you as a scratch the poison ivy in my ankles. Thankfully, my body's reaction to poison ivy is much milder than yours. I have 3 tiny patches, each just a bit larger than a mosquito bite. You, on the other hand, probably got poison ivy all over your face just because you read the word "poison ivy." As a child, I always assumed that I was just more careful than you were since I never got it. Now I know that I just have superior genetics. I can take the poison ivy filled short cut from school to my house every afternoon and barely get itchy. Didn't you recently have poison ivy (on your face) just because your dogs walked through it? Clearly this is just another example of why your childhood jealousy of me was totally justified.

Love,
Kate

Saturday, May 21, 2011

Dear Bora,

I am super impressed with your homemade cloth diapers! I now know what I'm going to do with those old flannel sheets Mom gave me and how I'll be spending a good part of my summer. Sure, my husband will find it totally creepy that I'm going to spend hours making cloth diapers for children we don't have yet, but hey, what do I care? I want to be the kind of person who sews her own clothes, bakes her own bread, hangs out her laundry on the clothesline, grows her own vegetables... and I do all of those, just not all of the time. What can I say? I'm a work in progress. My new hippie project: chickens. A neighbor and I are building a chicken tractor this summer. (If you don't know what that is, here's a link). I still find chickens terrifying (beaks and claws everywhere!) but on the other hand, I find the idea of being a person who can say, "I make this quiche with eggs from my chickens" irresistible. Well, I need to go tend my garden and put another load of clothes out on the line. (See? Isn't it wonderful to be a person who says those things?)

Love,
Kate

Friday, May 20, 2011

Dear Kate,


I've been feeling especially Suzy Homemaker lately.  As a favor to you, I've started making cloth diapers for your (as-of-yet-unplanned) unborn children.  I know you're a hippie and you won't want to ruin the environment with disposable diapers that take 500 years to decompose or something.  I also know that my craftiness comes in spurts, so I should really get going on these.  Here are pictures of the first 2.  I made 1 blue and 1 pink.  Do you think it was a sign from God that these were the only flannel pillow cases I could find at Goodwill to use for this?  Perhaps there are twins in your future....


I can be a hippie too,
Bora.


My first one!

Just picture poo in this pretty diaper!

The little pockets are so you can turn the velcro in on itself when you wash them.

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Dear Kate,

Last night when we spoke I was secretly laughing at your misfortune with all those nasty cicadas.  Giant bugs are not my thing.  I laughed all too soon though, as they arrived here last night.  So while yours are dying, ours are just emerging.  The noise hasn't even begun yet as their bodies haven't hardened enough yet.  

I think I'm going to spend the next 4-5 weeks inside.

Love,
Bora.

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Dear Bora,

I didn't go to the graduation ceremony for my masters, but that was mostly because the program was 90% online. The only reason I was even tempted to go was to get that sweet hood. I feel like they should have mailed it to my with my diploma. I mean, where else do you get a master's hood? It's not like they sell them at Wal-Mart. And if they did, it would totally devalue them because I'm pretty sure everyone would be sporting one of those velvet trimmed hood like the earned it. I earned the right to wear that hood to the grocery store and the beach. How else am I going to get the respect that a master deserves. You heard me right. Once you have a master, you should be called "Master." Just like people with doctorates get to be called "Doctor." My degree says I've mastered education, so I make everyone call me Master Katie (my students call me Master B, which subsequently, is my rapper name). I say all of this to emphasize my point: get that hood. Suffer whatever is neccessary to be given that covetous hood and then wear it often as a testiment to your master-ship.

Love,
Master Kate