Fencing lessons
September 1, 2001he was shirtless and his white boxers were peeking above the waistband of his cargo pants. in one hand, he was carrying a 99 cent store bag and in the other, he was fencing an invisible opponent with a long stick.
–random street corner by my house
I'm Christine, and this is a slice of my life—a sweet, rich, wildly indulgent slice that would taste really good with a scoop of Breyers vanilla bean ice cream. Read more >>
I run a darling, friendly, little graphic design studio.
I look on the bright side.
I take photos. Lots of photos.
I wish on stars and on websites.
I built my first web site 7 years ago and got 15 seconds of fame. (It changed my life.)
I launched, then relaunched, an online magazine.
I admitted to several embarrassing crushes.
I consumed more bacon than any human should and lived to tell the tales.
