Melted, but alive.

So there's been much serious interest in my corsets these first two weekends of faire, and I've actually taken one order. I came home to find another inquiry through my website, and I'm on my way to having the second-best-ever month as far as hits on the site. I had at least two to four corsets on women at faire at any given time this weekend, and one more on the way.

I dunno-- maybe I might have something here.


Much happened this weekend. More later.

Grief and small hope.

I've been reading a lot about the Israeli withdrawal from Gaza, and listening to the soundtrack from "Prince of Egypt." I keep hearing Ofra Haza wailing, and the line, "There's a land you promised us" keeps sounding in my brain.

It's not that I believe this is land G-d promised us, as I believe other people say things about land, and as no one's got a fax from the Creator, no one can prove anything one way or the other. What I do know is we fought for this land, the tiny slice of our ancient homeland, and all we want is to be left alone in it. And now it's being fractured and torn apart again. And will it do any good? Will it make the Palestinians happy? Some of them, of course. The ones who just want, as we do, a land of their own. But not the radicals, the terrorists, the suicide bombers and the fanatics. I don't know that we'll be any safer-- just smaller.

I think of the Israeli soldiers crying as they forcibly remove Gaza residents, and I cry, as well. Time will tell, and all anyone can do is hope for the best and prepare for the worst.