Where have I been? Skating, traveling, knitting, reading, enjoying being engaged, and taking a breather from blogging. At first the blog-break was scary, then it was liberating, and then -- six months later -- I finally started to miss it.
So here I am, easing back in.
(With emphasis on the "easing.")
My fiancé and I are currently touring France with an ice show. We're traveling to two cities per week for nine straight weeks. It makes for a lot of different hotel rooms and more time on the bus than I'd care to calculate, but oh, the sights we get to see! Churches! Beaches! Adorable cafe after adorable cafe! And people really do walk down the street here wearing berets or carrying armfuls of baguettes. One time I saw someone doing both of those things at once and my heart exploded.
Anyway, while I'm taking away memories from all these places, I thought of a way to leave a little bit of myself behind as well. It's a pom pom project.
I'm going to leave a pom pom everywhere I go. And by everywhere, I mean most places, when I remember, and when it feels right. No pressure. Just for funsies.
The first place I left a pom pom was Paris.
I didn't leave it on that fence with the locks, or on the Eiffel Tower, but this is where the whole pom pom project really took shape in my mind. The idea that all those couples have written their names on locks and left them forever in the city of love is so whimsical and touching.
All those people had locks; I have pom poms.