Filling the Gaps

One of the most useless classes I took in college was freshman year World Civilizations.  I’ve always loved history – all the little pieces that fit together to make the big picture – but this class was singularly awful.  Instead of the big picture that was implied by the course name and promised by the course description, we got one little piece, thrown at us over and over again.  The professor was a visitor from Africa, so we focused on African history.  Even that would have been interesting, but the more specific focus was not on the cultures and politics of the continent, but on how Africa made us feel, as women.  Combine this with lectures in a nearly impenetrable accent and a naptime class slot, and four years later, I literally cannot remember a single thing I learned.  That’s unfortunate, not only because I’m still paying for that class, but because I’m still interested in history and find myself with some large gaps in my knowledge.

I was recently reminded of how little I know about the history of the Middle East, but having decided to educate myself, I still had to find a good source.  Because it’s still a current political topic, I didn’t want to pick a book that I’d be second-guessing the whole way through.  Providentially, this realization came as I was sitting at the dining room table next to the current Ignatius Press catalog.  I flipped to the History section, and lo and behold: The Battleground, by Hilaire Belloc.  I’m about to start it, and very excited.  Once I’m done, I’ll have to find another source that picks up where Belloc leaves off (1936), but I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it.  Updates to follow!


So very true




Spotted at a local office supply store:

I don’t even know what I’d put in this notebook, and I certainly don’t need to add another empty book to my collection, but…it speaks to me.  Perhaps I’ll just put up a sign over my desk, instead.


250 Days

Only 250 days until those save the dates up there are obsolete.  “Only.”  That assumes, of course, that the groom-to-be survives his current Man Cold.  Yesterday: fine.  Today?  I quote:

i might not make it
  i might die
  God is punishing me for my sins
Meanwhile, I am now the proud owner of this reception-leaving dress.  Sight unseen, with about 30% certainty the it would actually fit, and it’s pretty much perfect.  Allow me to rhapsodize for a moment about the latest thing to be crossed off my To Do list.
One of the best parts of buying upscale clothing is the wrapping.  I still have the packaging from the most expensive piece of clothing I’ve ever purchased – a $95 super-formal black dress from Ann Taylor – because it came wrapped in pleated tissue paper, in a box(!), in a bag.  This dress came adorably wrapped, although not quite as cute because it was extra wrapped to protect it from the elements.
I love the designer’s name.  Em commented that a print of the tag would make a cute piece of art, and I agree. This photo gives a hint of the significant pleating that pushed this dress out of the realm of “Things I Could Make” and into “Worth $80.”
Best yet, it’s a perfect match for the shoes I already bought.  Bubble hem.  Large pockets.  Expert construction.  Zipper (not 100 buttons). 😉  Delightfully perfect.