So, remember when I expressed fear that my recent visits to the naturopath would result in me having to give up every food I love?
Recently I was on social media and saw a smiling woman modeling some clothing she’d made. The fabric was a fantastic print and she looked good.
Then I read her caption. It was a litany of all the ways the thing she’d made didn’t fit right, and that she’d recently taken it apart to make it into something else.
When this post goes live, God willing, I’ll be in 24-hour quarantine at a hotel in Kigali, Rwanda. The Chaplain and I, with my parents’ help, are getting away together for the first time since the pandemic.
We’ll be staying with a friend once we’re out of quarantine, so other than having a couple of ideas about what I want to do while I’m there (fabric shopping, lots of outdoor time, and maybe a visit to the library and the Shokola Storytellers Cafe), the pressure is off for planning activities during the trip. Instead of reading the guide books I got out of the library, I focused on reading books by authors from the region.
Here are two I wanted to share.
I got a couple of RTW pairs of culottes back when I wanted to wear skirts but we were in the baby gate phase of our lives. There are no baby gates in the house now, but I still like the combination of swish and practicality in a nice, wide-legged set of culottes.
When I mentioned my plan to make culottes, the first question from the fam was, What are culottes? “Skirts with legs,” I said. My kids were quick to point out the pairs I already had. But as I told them, I didn’t have a black pair.
Ahead, two books for your summer antiracism reading: a fact-filled thought provoker, and a middle grade novel that will have you smiling through your tears.
