Mudcloth, not a very elegant name for such a African icon.

Ah the joys of blogging

No one told me in sixth grade that the world would depend on keyboarding. Now I know. My hunt and peck determination is bound to lead me to places I never dreamed of. If only my keyboard was as squeaky clean as the day I first unpacked it. Never mind the sticky splots of pomegranate juice. I will survive.