Environment ≠ space.

Last Thursday, C. launched her book (Girlhood: Redefining the Limits) and I was lucky enough to be there, watching the dense group of attendees gel into a gathering, transforming from a collection of individuals into a social group. It was a warm, cheery event, in stark contrast to the wintery hell screaming its way through the streets outside.

Although I'm graced by -- and bask in -- C.'s awesomeness every day, it's a special pleasure to watch her receive the accolades and adulation of her peers, students and mentors. Baby, I'm proud of you.

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We've been rearranging the furniture lately, trying to be more economical in our usage of space. Part of this process has involved letting go of artifacts from the past (AKA "junk"). I found this lantern at a garage sale around eight or nine years ago and picked it up for a buck.

It's just decorative, but I liked the colour and it was odd enough to be interesting. However, at some point it shifted states from "conversation piece" to "dust magnet", so now it's in the Sally Anne pile.

Since it's been a recognizable barnacle of mine for almost a decade, I thought it was worth cataloguing for posterity's sake.