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The last monthly meeting of the International Women's Association here in UB was a real treat for me. Pictured at the top are 3 very special ladies--all founding members of the association. Tumen, with gray hair, was the first woman to leave Mongolia for university. She was educated in Beijing then Moscow. She speaks 5 languages and served in the diplomatic corp all over the Soviet world as well as in Geneva & New York. Her grandchildren and great grandchildren are all over the world. Baljiniiam, in the brown traditional dress also served in the diplomatic corps. Daria, next to me, lived and worked in Germany for many years. AND, Corporal Hagan was there to present the Sister (aghh! forget her name :( ) with the local orphanage with the toys and things collected through the Toys for Tots here in UB. Be sure and check out the little Nomad cuties in the video clips ;)
Last spring I chucked my 20-year-old bathrobe, giving me no choice but to replace it come winter. Granted, I never took it to Mongolia, so it only got worn when I was home in the US. But still. For summer I made several light weight robes, but I knew I liked the style of my old RTW one. When I saw reviews for Vogue 9232--on PR (all 3 of them), I knew I'd found my pattern. Interestingly enough, the pattern is actually for a caftan-type dress; but all 3 reviews were done up as a robe. Sham's review in particular had great tips. On a trip to Colorado Fabrics in early summer I spotted a beeeuuutiful pink sweatshirt type fabric. The outside is more like a thick knit and inside is dreamy soft. And it's baby pink! Which is hard to tell in the pics as we in Colorado have had lots of rain and no sunshine. And OK, I'm no photographer. But seriously, this is like stepping into a pink cloud. ...
As I've probably whined/stated before, the trip to and from Mongolia involves about 30 hours of travel spread over 3 flights, Incheon Airport, South Korea the long leg being 11-13 hours. For almost 10 years I've resisted wearing anything closely resembling sweats. I know, I know. Call it an anti Ugly American thing. About 5 years on, I had to ditch jeans with any kind of buttons on the back. Finally, the knobby seam joint of the back yoke got to me. Never mind having to unbutton midway through. Sigh. I finally caved into wearing comfy pants (hereafter referred to as Happy Pants) on the long leg of my international flights last September. These were made up in my favorite yoga pants pattern, Laura Lounge Trousers (I'd made 3 pair for Pilates already :) by Maria of Denmark (her Kimono Tee pattern is another one of my go to's!). In purple stretch velour. Still, I couldn't bring myself to hang out in the airpo...
Almost a month ago I signed up for a 3-month membership at a local Dahn yoga center--and I have to say it has been life changing! Seeking to conquer my constant heart palpitations and gain lots more flexibility in ever creakier joints and muscles, I am constantly surprised--and delighted--to find it a profoundly spiritual experience. Not in a zen way, no Hindu gods invoked--but lots & lots of Jesus. I have found this stage of life to be an intersection where my spiritual life & emotions collided head on with my body. Things that for years I could sweep under the rug or just push through (ok, and blame others, hold grudges, lash out, etc., etc., yuk & yikes); well, my body would no longer tolerate it. Results: constant heart palpitations, sleep issues, anger/depression, etc. God used the hormonal stew of this life stage to bring me to a Ground Zero of sorts--what a journey it has been! My trip to Cambodia was the beginning of Change; it rebooted my decision-making p...
The last monthly meeting of the International Women's Association here in UB was a real treat for me. Pictured at the top are 3 very special ladies--all founding members of the association. Tumen, with gray hair, was the first woman to leave Mongolia for university. She was educated in Beijing then Moscow. She speaks 5 languages and served in the diplomatic corp all over the Soviet world as well as in Geneva & New York. Her grandchildren and great grandchildren are all over the world. Baljiniiam, in the brown traditional dress also served in the diplomatic corps. Daria, next to me, lived and worked in Germany for many years. AND, Corporal Hagan was there to present the Sister (aghh! forget her name :( ) with the local orphanage with the toys and things collected through the Toys for Tots here in UB. Be sure and check out the little Nomad cuties in the video clips ;)
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