Let it snow
September 18, 2002something magical happened this afternoon while i was driving down the 101: i got stuck in traffic.
this wasn’t the typical 3-car pile-up sig alert on the other side of the freeway but you have to look anyway and slow everyone else down kind of traffic. it was something else. it was cotton — willowy clouds of cotton flying past us. the clouds were dissolving into smaller pieces of fluff and floating slowly through the sun-soaked sky. i don’t know where it came from, but i was convinced it came from above.
i was caught in a cotton blizzard and all i could think was, this is the closest to snow we will ever get.
i blinked hard and wished for winter, but then i remembered i was wearing a tank top, it was 80-something degrees, and it was still september.
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.
