Things have been pretty quiet, which is pretty normal for me this time of year. I'm not much for enjoying the outdoors when the heat and humidity are this oppressive, so I stay at home and bask in the cool shade. I'm probably the closest to a real vampire as it gets: hates the sun and sucks the life out of everything (as in, I'm a total killjoy.) Don't mind me, that's just the overheated bitch in me talking.
I recently found some out-of-date, neglected maps which I turned into envelopes. These went out in a current batch of letters I just sent over the week. The envelopes are pretty easy to make. You just take apart an existing envelope, trace the pattern over the map, cut out, and then fold back and glue into shape. Easy, huh?
I'm honestly not much of a memoir/autobiography person, but this book jumped out at me because of the title. (cue tween memories) I'm glad I picked it up because it's a fantastic read. I pretty much finished it in one sitting. Huang's prose is unexpected, captivating, and most importantly, genuine. And though I'm not into hip hop, basketball, and sneakers, a lot of his ideas on food, life, and identity really resonate with me.
I'm kicking myself for not starting my vegetable garden this year. It's a good thing that this rose bush growing at the side of my house doesn't need much tending at all. If only it also grew tomatoes.
Avengers pattern I downloaded for free a few months back and went to work. The finished product is now hanging on my bathroom door.