Yesterday Jim and I drove down to New Orleans to help his parents move furniture and other necessary items from their Lakeview house to the new house they have rented in Metaire. The sight of all the destruction in Lakeview was unbelievable. I was somewhat prepared for what was to come, but I was still overwhelmed. There are massive, several story high mounds of trash, and wood all along West End Boulevard, and everything is covered in brown muck. I think the saddest thing for me was looking into Mrs. Joann's greenhouse, which was once home to over 200 fabulous orchids, all of which were dead, and covered in a thick layer of dried mud...

On a happier note...On Sunday Jim and I decided to do some general "fall cleaning" around the house. I made a startling discovery as I was going through my new dresser (Jim's parents gave it to us, and he restored it for me)--I own 19 pairs of hand-made socks! My mom is an excellent knitter. She used to always knit us sweaters when we were younger, but has since switched to socks. Every time I visit, I am under the impression that I do not have enough socks yet, and snatch up all the ones offered to me. My mom's socks are always very stylish, and my friends are all jealous of them, but the best thing is that they're super comfy and warm. That's just what I need now. The weather is getting cooler in Baton Rouge (finally!). It's supposed to get down to 49 degrees tonight-if it get's below 80, I get goosebumps. Guess I'll be wearing some nice wool socks to bed tonight, and I know I won't run out, even if I don't wash for 19 days :)



Here's a picture of my brother and me wearing some very nice and warm hand made sweaters while on vacation on an island in the North Sea (a few years ago...)