The following bags are now available at Dandie In The Underworld. If you see something you like here and can’t get to Dandie, give me a shout. Or if something here inspires you and you’d like to commission me, also shout. (Note: I have a lot of black canvas and a lot of toile laying around)

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I’m at Matt’s house right now trying to think of things that I should update you on. Things about my life. He’s on the phone with his dad and I just played a Scrabble move against mine. The things we do to stay in touch. We’re taking a mini-vaca this weekend. It’s much-needed time away from our place of employment and the house and everything.

I am trying to think of a day that I haven’t been thankful to have Matthew in my life. It’s really been amazing, every single moment since I met him.

Last night we were at my house and he said that he was going to write an email to catch everyone up on his life this past year. I wanted and still want to know everything that’s in the email. I don’t think it’s been finished yet and I’m sure I’ll get to see it. Things have changed for the better in his life recently, which I guess is a good time to be sending an update.

I do find it funny that people still send out catching-up emails. I guess I gave that up when I started blogging.

I got my hair cut at the mall the other day. Two inches made all the difference. But you can hardly even tell.

What did you do this Labor Day weekend? We went camping.

It was just for one night up in Winchendon, Mass., on Lake Dennison. I haven’t been camping since I was a kid, so I was more than a little out of practice. Also? We were underprepared for the intense overnight cold and the air mattress that we had packed had a major leak — so major that it was completely flat by the time we were done roasting marshmallows and playing travel scrabble in front of the fire. We went inside the tent anyway to sleep (after all, we had gone through all that trouble to pitch the tent). We didn’t have enough blankets and the ground was hard. We tossed, turned, whined. Around what we suspect was before 5 a.m. (neither of us really wanted to know what time it was but the moon was bright and the sky was light), we moved into the car and spent the next three hours of sporadic sleep in there.

Well, better luck next year.