Mrs. Frump
January 25, 2002we see mrs. frump every monday, wednesday and friday, and she never smiles or says hello. she just walks briskly, bundled up in her shin-length, baggy green sweater and burgundy sweatpants. today, as i was driving off, i took a good, hard look at her. her shoe laces are orange.
–once around the reservoir, 7 o’clock walk
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.
