I’m in love.

I don’t have a lot of blogs I like, and one I did follow (The Burgh Blog) recently closed up shop. But now, thanks to the wonderful creator of the beautiful gardening blog, A Way to Garden, a pleasant distraction featured at left, I have a new bloglove: The Sister Project.

I have three sisters — all older (ha ha). We look nothing alike, although people always tell us we do (especially as we age), and we’re always told we all sound alike and have the same mannerisms. We have all been told, individually, quite seriously, in performance reviews, that we really must curb our body language at work (or else) (e.g., eye rolling at particularly asinine comments from particularly asinine bosses). We don’t share the same political views or taste in clothes or decorating or where to live or what to do in our spare time. We do share a love of artichoke dip, napping, The Wizard of Oz, napping, reading, napping, talking about what the other 3 need to do and why aren’t they doing it, napping, and, most of all, one another.

I would not be the person I am without my sisters. I’m not sure I would be a person at all. I’m sure a billion other sisters feel the same way. How lovely that someone thought to capture it in a blog. How lovely that it’s two someones, Margaret Roach and her sister Marion, who will do it proud. How lovely that I stumbled on it. And now you can, too.

A sister can be seen as someone who is both ourselves
and very much not ourselves — a special kind of double. 
                                                                  ~ Toni Morrison