Bohemian Bluestocking

So, I don't pay much attention to my blog stats, because I assume I'm out there in the ether, on my own -- except for Beth S. -- who I know reads it :) But I looked recently, and yes, someone's reading it. Not that I have facinating things to say, but hey, I have something to be said.

The update is I am hard at work in the costume shop at Shakespeare & Co., that regional theatre(note the 're' -- very important...) in Lenox, Massachusetts, nestled in the Berkshires, "America's Premier Cultural Resort," according to the country's promotional materials. Which really means the area is full of second-home owners and the touristas, coming to imbide "culture" in the form of Tanglewood, Norman Rockwell, and the various theatres that abound.

The reality is gridlock, crabby customer services, and new yawk accents clamouring in the humidity of July and August. ugh.

I just wait for September and they head further north to gawk at the leaves. Yeah -- they're pretty, but jeez, making a special trip?

So I am making costumes, and knitting my little heart out so I'll have stuff to sell this winter. And a home-cooked meal is probably not within site any time soon. darn.