Feb
01
I apologize in advance for the lame post forthcoming. I don’t know what it is, but I feel like I need more time to recover from my weekend. A weekend where I did absolutely nothing.
Actually, not true. I cut fabric strips for boas. And I signed and boxed and enveloped copies of Blushing Bride. And worked on editing my “novel.” And watched “This Is It.” None of those things sound exhausting in and of themselves, and yet. I think the 3-hour nap on Sunday afternoon (interrupted no less than 43 times–and I am not exaggerating–by my children) was the most tiring of all.
About these boas. I’m making one right now that’s going to test my giving spirit, because I like it more than I should. I’ve decided to name my boas, and this one is called “MarlaTaviano.com.” If I can just find a way to tie Scrabble letters onto it.
My sister Bethany (of apron-making fame) donated a ton of beautiful fabric scraps to the Boa Project. My goal is to make these for no cost at all, so if any of you lovely seamstress/crafters out there have fabric scraps that you can’t use and don’t want to waste, I’d love to have them! (Gabe may beg to differ because they are ALL over our living room AND office floors right now. Cleaning that up ASAP, hon!) Let me know if you have some, and I’ll let you know where to send ‘em! Thanks!
Also, if you still want Blushing books, let me know kind of soon. For an envelope of 4 books, it’s $5. For a box of 17, it’s $15. You can go here and click to donate $5 or $15. If you live outside the U.S., give me a shout, and we’ll work something out. If you’d rather send a check, let me know, and I’ll get you my address.
AND WHY IS YOUR POST ENTITLED “CALLING ALL LEFTIES?!” YOU’RE DRIVING ME NUTS HERE!
Oh, sorry. You know how easily I get distracted.
I’m left-handed. And kind of happy about it. I know in some cultures, left-handedness is bad, even vulgar. And I know it can cause problems when you’re sitting to the right of a righty in a restaurant booth. And I know we live in a right-handed person’s world. But still.
Wrong or no, it makes me feel a little bit special.
And I really like meeting people who are left-handed. (I LOVE MEETING RIGHT-HANDED PEOPLE TOO!) I usually say something brilliant like, “You’re left-handed? I’m left-handed!” And then they look at me with a whoopty-do kind of polite semi-smile and go back to the credit card receipt they were signing.
So, since today is a tired sort of day, I’m going to give 90% of you the day off from commenting (unless you have fabric scraps or books to talk about).
If you’re left-handed, I’d love to know! And do you do everything left-handed, or are you selectively ambidextrous? I write and eat left-handed, but do everything else right-handed.
Have a great week, friends! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT’S FEBRUARY ALREADY?
This really is a superb write-up. Many thanks for taking a few minutes to describe all this out for folks. It really is a great guide!
Just a comment on a comment. Laura said that her great-grandfather exclaimed she was “un-mixing the cake!”. That’s a riot
and reminds me of when i wanted to help my m-in-law mix her doughnut batter (made d-nuts every New Year’s Day). She, very seriously, asked her husband if he thought it would hurt the batter for me to mix it the “wrong way” after she’d been mixing with her right hand. 
Btw, I’m the “Becki” my friend HannaH mentioned, and a former classmate of your mom’s, Marla.
Here I am, a day late again
I’m a lefty! I write and eat with my left hand, but I do some other things with my right hand. I throw a baseball with my right hand, but I bat the ball as a lefty. Weird. There are no other lefties in my immediate or extended family (that I know of).
My son and I are both writers and both left-handed. We do everything left-handed, including avoiding housework.
You know I loved the moment we both realized we were lefties!!!
I love being left handed!!
I twirl a baton with my right hand because the teacher made me. It is the only thing I do right handed.
And a funny story, my dad threw something to me and I missed. I blamed it on “you threw it to my right hand”. He reminded me that in softball I THROW with my left therefore I CATCH with my right!! Oops!