I know I’ve been negligent in blogging lately, and while I could blame the plague that swept through our household this week, that doesn’t really excuse me. So! To make it up to you, I’m opening up the blog for questions. ANY questions, publishing related or not. Want to know my favorite source for boots? (It’s Duo Boots in London. Stop by their Covent Garden fitting room if you’re ever in town, or just check them out online) Curious how cute Beau is lately? (Super cute. Also, apparently shilling for Sun-Maid Raisins.) Put your q’s in the comments, and I will answer them all weekend.
When I was a kid, for four wonderful summers I went to sleepaway camp in Westchester County — only two weeks at a time, but that’s all I remember of those four summers. Canoeing, hiking, horrible “bug juice” in the mess tent, bonfires, cabins, and the girls I became friends with. And, well, there’s a certain kind of chill in the air this morning that makes me think of summer camp — all you have are shorts and t-shirts, which you pile on under the only sweatshirt you packed, then huddle with your bunkmates and watch the rain outside, sharing treats sent from home in brown-paper-wrapped care packages, passing around the few books you brought with you.