Elephants, elephants. I hope I get to meet one or two someday. One named Horton, who heard a who, and one named Mindy-Sue. Oh one day, perhaps when I ride a boat to Zambia, I may meet an elephant, and perhaps two - - -

One named Horton who heard a who, and another named Mindy-Sue.

New York for Thanksgiving

A funny thing I heard this weekend,

"You know, a funny thing about racoons,
if you kick 'em, they fly."

hahahaha. Thanks to Rich Jennings :)

A wish

HaPPy HaPPy ThanKsGiving!!!!

To all my family, that I will miss so much on Thanksgiving!!! I love you.
Especially watching the Thanksgiving Day parade with all of you, and cooking up a storm in our messy, messy, and most beloved kitchen. I hope everyone has a wonderful time, Happy Thanksgiving! To grandma and grandpa too, thanks for coming all the way to Delaware for Thanksgiving! I will be home this weekend to see you!

Guess what? I might have a white Thanksgiving. I thought mom would enjoy that.
much love, and many kisses! -kate-rie-pie

Thanks to Architecture in Helsinki - who wrote the music that my models will walk to at the fashion show in May. Heart it Races -

Thank you dear Australian band. -kw

Thank you

"Do you realize....that you have the most beautiful face?
Do you realize that everyone you know someday must die.
And instead of saying all of your 'goodbyes',
Let them know you realize that life goes fast, its hard to make
the good things last, you realize that when sun done gone down
its just an illusion caused by the world....spinning round."

thanks to the flaming lips

furrowed brow

Hello.
I am in Alison Hall. The home to all Apparel Design majors. We sew all night. I came downstairs from room 305 to 205 for a moment of sanity. Before, I was fraying red strips of fabric to place into the pintucks of a vest that will look like it came from an ethnic, outlandish adventure.

I had to get away for a second and pray. There were more than a few girls in my apparel design major sewing away, and making more progress than me. Then Maddie accidentally cut into her bodice while she was cutting out a pair of pants. She wasn't supposed to cut there, and she spent many hours on that bodice the other night. I know, cause I was here with her. She looked like she would go crazy. I felt like I would go crazy along with her. I couldn't touch her, I thought she might explode like a landmine. My whole body is scrunched up inside like what a gathering stitch does to fabric when pulled its tightest. It's a chaotic and unnerving feeling that was only made worse by being in Al Hall 305 and listening to pumping techno music. And not getting much done.

When I need to get things done, and I am not....I know that there is something that I forgot. I NEED TO PRAY. IN ALL THINGS, ESPECIALLY THIS, I NEED TO PRAY.

A good constant reminder for myself: lest I lose my head....
I cannot do any of the things that I am gifted for without the loving,
outstretched hand of my Father who gives me all His strength and
love and success. The Holy Spirit is the One who does it.
All of this, is a gift. And if the Lord will bless me now, when I
call out to Him - then everything I do now in my work will praise
Him. HOORAY. Now Lord, please give me your peace.

"I have my life."

What a thought. Is life a possession? Is it a gift given or a gift to give? I am not trying to be profound or confusing. Lately I have wondered about life. What does my life mean? Since I have it, what should I do with it? And why should any of us think we have nothing of value - even if all we have is life, barely breathing?

I never understood what people meant when they said that since Jesus gave His life for us, we should give our lives to Him. I think I want to give my life to Him. Do you know why? Think of this: What if you live longer than He ever lived? He was the Son of God with a purpose from the Father. But for me to live longer and on my own agenda? What a skewed balance. It does not seem right to me. I can't stop all of these thoughts. Because I want Him to have my life, but not with my fake allegiance and fake surrender to Him.

The picture above represents the place where I am going to live in the near future. I don't know if I would be there except for Him. But I just think - is that giving Him my life? What is giving life and what does that encompass? Lord, help us to know your heart.