what's in a name?

Why "22 Pineapples"? Twenty-two Pineapples. Twenty-Two Pineapples.

My favorite number is 22. It's the day I chose to enter the world, it's the age at which I ended my single life, it's fun to say, a copy of itself-two twos. It's more ambitious than an even dozen, yet two (too?) short of two dozen-not quite all there. *wink*

Pineapples are unique and common at the same time. They are a tropical fruit found nearly everywhere. They are a sign of hospitality and welcome. They aren't smooth and shiny or soft and sweet on the outside. They are chunky, spiky, bumpy, tough and quirky. Getting to the inside takes some effort. They are sweet and tangy at once. They are versatile-you can eat them fresh, canned, juiced, dried, baked, cooked, roasted, grilled, hot or cold, with sweet or savory companions. Anyway you slice'em, they're good. If I were a fruit, I'd be a pineapple.

the beginning

so. I've been thinking about this blog for a little while now, and the mountain of laundry requiring my attention is apparently the motivation I needed to start. So, here it is. My ramblings of my creative endeavors. A peek into the creative chaos that is my mind, a catalouge of my craftiness and an accounting of my unfinished projects just so I can keep track. I seem to always have a million ideas and projects "in the works." I want to remember what I've done, so it doesn't get swallowed up in "the grime of daily living". We'll see how well this works for me. It's not like I need another thing to do...the laundry is always waiting. =) But it's not nearly as fun!