jicama. (Which is a vegetable I've only discovered recently, and only discovered grilled like, two days ago, and Best. Thing. Ever.)
The idea of revealing exactly how simple and haphazard my owl-creating process is sort of makes me laugh. But there's something almost...cathartic, maybe, about revealing trivial but potentially sort of embarrassing things to a friendly audience.
I remember when I was in high school, a boy I had a crush on and I would sometimes hang out in the same classroom before the school day began. One morning I was there with some other friends, and he wasn't. I was perched on a desk talking to people, and through a combination of distraction and a badly-balanced desk, ended up getting tipped onto the floor. I landed on my feet (like a cat), but it was still loud and ridiculous and I thought to myself I'm glad the boy I like wasn't here for that one!
So imagine my surprise when, while I was talking to him later on in the day, I found myself saying "You missed it this morning, I fell off a desk!"
I don't know, I guess (for me, anyway) it's just that we live in a world where we're supposed to present ourselves as perfect a lot of the time, and it's special to find a person or group of people with whom it feels comfortable to admit that we're not, and even be specific about how. And the wonderful people from the community of WIP Wednesdays/FO Fridays who are nice enough to read this blog are definitely that kind of group of people, and it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy to think about that.
Go share your own warm fuzzies over at Squee Sunday. :)