Yesterday’s post elicited a strong reaction from friends and family. Some of my favorite comments included:
“You want to help poor people that bad, move to Detroit!”
“Sudan!?! SUDAN!?! Why not just move to Dangerstan or the Republic of HostileTerritory?”

But there were several very supportive comments made too, and I truly appreciate the entire spectrum. Believe it or not, I am not the only one applying for work in the developing world. Most of these jobs require 7-10 years experience, considerably more than I have. So, let’s all take a deep breath and back away from the word “Sudan” for a few months. I’ll let you know when I hear anything. In the meantime, I’d guess my wanderlust will be quenched with work trips scheduled in Nicaragua at the end of the month and to Bolivia in August. My passport isn’t getting dusty quite yet.

So, back to Stepford, land of the zippers and pearls, where friends and family occasionally comment but don’t call me at work in the middle of the day to question my sanity.
Look what arrived in the mail yesterday:

Sweet Heaven

My winning eBay bid for 25 zippers was $5. With shipping, it was $10. I feel like I hit the domestic lottery. As you can see, most of these are metal and the colors are fantastic.

Old Rose, Spinach

Spinach is such a perfect name for that shade of green, and seriously trumps whatever bland Crayola names the Coats and Clark people have been using for the last few years. Today’s zipper of this shade would more than likely be “dark green.” Duh.

Barberry Red, Nile Green

Nile green and yellow and man I can’t wait to start making more little pouches with these.

Dk Teal

Mmm… Dark Teal, one of my favorite colors. It reminds me of the Mediterranean.

Kerry Green

Kerry Green. Do you suppose if I made Senator Juan Kerry one of my pouches he might find a platform and stick with it? I could write a to do list/platform for him and tuck it inside. It might read something like this: Less Botox, more Teresa. Tell daughter to wear a bra when photographed. Oppose preemptive anything. Find a good running mate, preferably female. Stand up as the leadership of the Democratic party and make members proud. Spend less time in France and more time at Toastmaster’s. Challenge Hillary to a duel Aaron Burr style. Hire Jon Stewart as speech writer. Take more naps. Do more pushups. Take a stand on immigration, abortion, the death penalty and Gay rights and stick with it. For the love of God, avoid all things wishy-washy (aka — end friendship with the creator of the Internet, Senor Gore.) Lobby for peace.


P.S. My mother suggests I move to Texas. Texas/Sudan. I’m guessing I’m not the only one out there who thinks becoming a cowboy boot-wearing Republican is far more frightening than living in northern Africa.