I KNOW...having your boobs smooshed for a mammogram is not very fun...
but then, neither is breast cancer.
but then, neither is breast cancer.
which has been moved to My Blog Overfloweth page!
...So click da pic to go to Norway!And if have not yet done so, I hope you will participate in SMOOSH YOUR BOOBIES! ... the most novel Breast Cancer Awareness Campaign/Art Project to ever hit the blogosphere (if I do say so myself!)
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Here's the view from my Tokyo hotel room...
tour bus bound for Mt. Fuji
Oh boy! More snacks!!!
Which way to Mount Fuji?
IMPRESSIVE!
and dreamed about my next exciting adventure...in Norway!

I am waaaaay overdue in acknowledging a couple of awards from some very thoughtful bloggers...Please visit my Big 'Ol Bodacious Trophy Room to read all about it!
Once inside the CN Tower, we were 1815 feet up in the air!...
The fact that we were 1815 feet up in the air didn't bother me a'tall!
And gave her a big ol' Double-D HUG!
I may not have covered the entire globe (yet)...
es, but also matching outfits for my sister and I. By middle school she had me sketching my ideas and in fact wouldn't discuss a new design unless I had drawn it first. In high school she taught me the skills of construction, utilizing darts & seams to fit the bust and flatter the waist; she and I collaborated to create pieces together. Even as a post-graduate we worked together when I couldn't find a flattering garment to wear. Mom was never a fan of tent dressing - big baggy clothes always added pounds to one's look in her book. Fast forward ten years, and I hired dressmakers and tailors to make woven shirts cut specifically for my body that I felt great wearing.