Cissy. Carolina. Carolyn.  The so-called “life partner” [thanks, dear sis] of Babs, the taller, second half of this blogging duo. I probably could be best described as the girl who forgets to take off her construction-orange croakies for her license picture, the one who can’t abide split infinitives and who never tires of a good pun, the one who envisions every rainy day as a scene from Jane Eyre and who has an insatiable appetite for mushrooms.

I’m the one who rarely plans a single thing. [Remember the time I hopped on a random ferry in a Greek island port, assuming that my ticket was valid for any and all boats that docked in Athens? As happens, and as the ship’s bursar and captain were quick to point out in multiple languages and in an octave of ever-increasing decibels, Hellenic Seaways and the Blue Ferry Line are completely different entities. Oops.] But, see, I’d rather my life to be filled with an amalgamation of random occurrences, clueless and utterly uninformed decisions that are so bad they’re actually good, accidental acquaintances who become best friends. If nothing else, it’s more entertaining that way.  

While I would prefer to refer to all of the above as my more endearing qualities that define me, in part, I’d also encourage you, whoever you might be, to sit, stay awhile. Sip the foam from the top of your vanilla latte and carry it around without the travel lid in my honor. [I’m a wild one, I tell ya.] You’ll learn a whole lot more about both Babs and me—through our musings on compositions in textiles or music, or just whatever “seems to be on our minds” at the moment that doesn’t belong in a status update [thanks for trying, though, Facebook]—and, hopefully, we’ll get you thinking in the process, too. Or, at least, that’s one of our goals.  

C.