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Wednesday, December 30, 2009

My Accomplishments in 2009

I've had a year full of learning, experience, memories, stress, growth, and excitement. I can only hope that next year is just as enlightening and full of adventure.

I got this idea from Yes and Yes. Here is a brief list of the things I've accomplished this year:

- Helped run four clubs at my school--Photography, Environmental, Drama, Human Rights.
- Hiked to the top of Half Dome.
- Became vegan.
- Applied to college and was accepted to three--Prescott College, San Francisco State, Humboldt State (so far!).
- Taught a native plant uses class for Halloween.
- Hiked through a creek and wrote an article about a nature summer camp.
- Experienced the Welcome Home for Sully Sullenberger.
- Wrote my first published article for the California PTA on my school district's "green" efforts.
- Became a member of a local cycling group and rode my bike a lot.
- Directed a one act with my best friend and was a technician for the first time in my life.
- Met some new people and made some new friends: Tiffany, Nicole, Mackenzie, Liana, Patricia, Cameron, Kirby, Maddi, Sierra, Jessica, Rachel, Hailey, Marilyn, Megan, Katelyn, and more.
- Learned some words in a new language.
- Got a debit card and checking account.
- Saw two bears.
- Finished writing a novella. Printed it. Lost the computer file.
- Turned 17 and still don't have a license.
- Helped add content to a green tips website.
- Went no shampoo for four months before calling it quits.
- Went kayaking for the first time.
- Climbed up the side of a rocky hill at Pinecrest Lake and truly understood why people rock climb.
- Swing-danced in front of a bunch of strangers.
- Created and maintained a blog--this one!

What have you accomplished this year?
Happy New Year!

Green Gal

Mi-Wuk Word of the Day: Honon

I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas, and I wish you a Happy New Year full of surprises, new memories, great friends, and new wisdom!

I said I would be posting my research paper as my next post, but it seems to be hidden in my mom's computer, so we'll just have to wait for that...

Instead, I'll share something new with you. I'm fascinated by world cultures, which makes sense since I want to be an anthropologist. I am particularly interested in historic Native American culture. I love ethnobotany (plant uses in different cultures) and learning about traditions, spiritual beliefs, and language.
A replica tipi in the Pinecrest interpretive Mi-Wuk village, across from the ranger station. (Photo taken by me)

My best friend Alexys grew up around the Mi-Wuk tribe of Tuolumne City in the Sierra Nevada Mountains. Though she is Cherokee and Choctaw, her family ended up living by the Mi-Wuk Reservation. Her grandparents had traveled to California sometime after being relocated to Oklahoma on the Trail of Tears.She can speak and understand the Southern Sierra Mi-Wuk language, so this weekend when we were up at my family's cabin near Pinecrest, she taught me some words. I hope to learn more so I can begin to understand how the language works. It's very different from English and Spanish (I'm not fluent in Spanish but understand the way the language works and can hold a simple conversation.), and there are hand signals that go along with the words. At this point, I'm just learning common words and phrases.

The first word that I memorized is honon, which means bear. Mi-Wuk is not entirely a written language, so I write the words phonetically or based on how Alexys says they should be written. Phonetically, honon is "hoe-no-n."I'm making a picture book with the words I've learned. It is helping me memorize them since I am a visual learner. I will try to post new words every other day or so. I love learning new languages! I am teaching my sister the words I learn, as well.

There are many different dialects of Mi-Wuk, and some consider them different enough to be different languages. Some of them have already become extinct. The ones that are still alive are only known by a few and spoken fluently or commonly by even fewer. It's fascinating to learn a language that is so specific to the region where it originated. There are only words for things that the Native Americans in the area would have encountered, like mountain, bear, tree, different plants, etc. There are no words for shopping mall or car, and no word exists in the language for hate.

I'm so excited to be learning it, and hopefully I can pass along some new words to you to help the language spread, even if just a little.

Have a nice day, and I hope you don't encounter honon on any hikes or walks anytime soon!
Green Gal

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Language is the blood of the soul into which thoughts run and out of which they grow.
--Oliver Wendell Holmes

Friday, December 25, 2009

Merry Christmas!

To those of you who celebrate, Merry Christmas!!
I'll be back next week with a post including my extinction research paper. See you then!

-Green Gal

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

"An immersion into the teeming and energetic world of insects."

What's got acrobats, spider contortionists and trampoline-bouncing grasshoppers? OVO, of course!

This Sunday, I attended Cirque du Soleil's OVO (meaning Egg) in San Francisco with my best friend, my dad, my step-mom, and a family friend. The show was fantastic--and all about insects!

The performers' strength is practically superhuman and the artistic director is an utter genius. The costumes, too, were incredibly creative. Grasshoppers complete with hind legs, spiders with creepy-crawly prickly hair on their arms and lower legs, spiders on stilts, a fly with a cap made of bug-eye designs. But this is all expected at any Cirque du Soleil performance. It goes without saying that the show will be fabulous, over-the-top, and that the performing will be beyond normal human capacity. What I want to share with you is the appreciation I have for the theme they chose for OVO.
A spider on his tight rope thread.

The insect theme was a superb idea. The show takes you to a smaller world that we never see, one with a lady bug and a fly falling in love, spiders fending off grasshoppers from their territory, dragonflies balancing on one hand, and grasshoppers jumping up walls and flipping around. The zoom-in-on-life effect was neat if you thought about it, but my favorite part was the response of the audience--specifically the children.

All around us, small children were in awe of what was happening onstage--everyone was, of course. But when the young audience members shouted out what insect was coming onstage, it made me really glad. Hopefully the next time they see an insect, they'll think of the show and get excited to know what insect it is, or to have a connection with the insect that will get them jazzed about nature. Not all of them will, but I would bet there are some kids coming out of that show going "man, insects sure are neat!"
Benoit Fontaine © 2009 Cirque du Soleil Inc.

If you get a chance to see OVO, or any Cirque show, I highly recommend taking the opportunity. The shows are definitely worth it and the caliber of performance and design is something you won't see anywhere else.

Visit the website at http://www.cirquedusoleil.com/ or watch the OVO trailer here.

- Green Gal

Monday, December 21, 2009

Happy Winter Solstice, Yule, Saturnalia...

The Winter Solstice is here! The shortest day of the year is today, so from tomorrow until the Summer Solstice in June, days will lengthen. Some consider the Winter Solstice a rebirth, a celebration of mid-winter.

Interestingly, Christians celebrate Christmas around the same time as the Winter Solstice, taking folk traditions and Pagan celebrations of Yule and other ancient rituals and combining them with the story of the birth of Christ to create a holiday that coincides with other festivities, perhaps to encourage more people to accept Christianity or to make Pagan celebrations more acceptable. The Pagans and other folk cultures celebrate the birth of the Sun. The Christians celebrate the birth of the Son.

Christmas songs of today often find their roots in older folk traditions. German songs like "O Christmas Tree" (originally "O Tannenbaum"), "Silent Night" ("Stille Nacht"), and "Ode to Joy" ("An die Freude") have become synonymous with Christmastime, and most people don't realize that they were originally written in German.

The Winter Solstice has been celebrated for thousands of years. People during late Neolithic and Bronze Age eras may have been holding ceremonies to celebrate the Solstice. Folk traditions and religious ceremonies throughout the world coincide with this time of new life, the mark of mid-winter.

According to Wikipedia:

Mummer's Day is an ancient Cornish midwinter celebration that occurs every year on December 26 and New Year's Day in Padstow, Cornwall. It was originally part of the pagan heritage of midwinter celebrations that were regularly celebrated all over Cornwall where people would dance and disguise themselves by blackening up their faces or wearing masks. In Penzance the festival has been given the name Montol believing it to be the Celtic Cornish word for Winter Solstice.


For an unknown period, Lá an Dreoilín or Wren day has been celebrated in Ireland, the Isle of Man and Wales on December 26. Crowds of people, called wrenboys, take to the roads in various parts of Ireland, dressed in motley clothing, wearing masks or straw suits and accompanied by musicians supposedly in remembrance of the festival that was celebrated by the Druids. Previously the practice involved the killing of a wren, and singing songs while carrying the bird from house to house, stopping in for food and merriment.

Influenced by the Ancient Greek Lenaia festival, Brumalia was an ancient Roman solstice festival honoring Bacchus, generally held for a month and ending December 25. The festival included drinking and merriment. The name is derived from the Latin word bruma, meaning "shortest day" or "winter solstice". The festivities almost always occurred on the night of December 24.
Originally celebrated by the ancient Greeks as Kronia, the festival of Cronus, Saturnalia was the feast at which the Romans commemorated the dedication of the temple of Saturn, which originally took place on 17 December, but expanded to a whole week, up to 23 December. A large and important public festival in Rome, it involved the conventional sacrifices, a couch set in front of the temple of Saturn and the untying of the ropes that bound the statue of Saturn during the rest of the year. Besides the public rites there were a series of holidays and customs celebrated privately. The celebrations included a school holiday, the making and giving of small presents (saturnalia et sigillaricia) and a special market (sigillaria). Gambling was allowed for all, even slaves during this period. The toga was not worn, but rather the synthesis, i.e., colorful, informal "dinner clothes" and the pileus (freedman's hat) was worn by everyone. Slaves were exempt from punishment, and treated their masters with disrespect. The slaves celebrated a banquet before, with, or served by the masters. Saturnalia became one of the most popular Roman festivals which led to more tomfoolery, marked chiefly by having masters and slaves ostensibly switch places, temporarily reversing the social order. In Greek and Cypriot folklore it was believed that children born during the festival were in danger of turning into Kallikantzaroi which come out of the Earth after the solstice to cause trouble for mortals. Some would leave colanders on their doorsteps to distract them until the sun returned.


In late seventh century Japan, festivities were held to celebrate the reemergence of Amaterasu or Amateras, the sun goddess of Japanese mythology, from her seclusion in a cave. Tricked by the other gods with a loud celebration, she peeks out to look and finds the image of herself in a mirror and is convinced by the other gods to return, bringing sunlight back to the universe. Requiems for the dead were held and Manzai and Shishimai were performed throughout the night, awaiting the sunrise. Aspects of this tradition have continued to this day on New Years.


In the Aegean civilizations, the exclusively female midwinter ritual, Lenaea or Lenaia, was the Festival of the Wild Women. In the forest, a man or bull representing the god Dionysus was torn to pieces and eaten by Maenads. Later in the ritual a baby, representing Dionysus reborn, was presented. Lenaion, the first month of the Delian calendar, derived its name from the festival's name. By classical times, the human sacrifice had been replaced by that of a goat, and the women's role had changed to that of funeral mourners and observers of the birth. Wine miracles were performed by the priests, in which priests would seal water or juice in a room overnight and the next day they would have turned into wine. The miracle was said to have been performed by Dionysus and the Lenaians. By the 5th century BCE the ritual had become a Gamelion festival for theatrical competitions, often held in Athens in the Lenaion theater. The festival influenced the ancient Roman Brumalia.

Originally the name Giuli signified a 60 day tide beginning at the lunar midwinter of the late Scandinavian Norse and Germanic tribes. The arrival of Juletid thus came to refer to the midwinter celebrations. By the late Viking Age, the Yule celebrations came to specify a great solstitial Midwinter festival that amalgamated the traditions of various midwinter celebrations across Europe, like Mitwinternacht, Modrasnach, Midvinterblot, and the Teutonic solstice celebration, Feast of the Dead. A documented example of this is in 960, when King Håkon of Norway signed into law that Jul was to be celebrated on the night leading into December 25, to align it with the Christian celebrations. For some Norse sects, Yule logs were lit to honor Thor, the god of thunder. Feasting would continue until the log burned out, three or as many as twelve days. The indigenous lore of the Icelandic Jól continued beyond the Middle Ages, but was condemned when the Reformation arrived. The celebration continues today throughout Northern Europe and elsewhere in name and traditions, for Christians as representative of the nativity of Jesus on the night of December 24, and for others as a cultural winter celebration on the 24th or for some, the date of the solstice.

In Germanic Neopagan sects, Yule is celebrated with gatherings that often involve a meal and gift giving. Further attempts at reconstruction of surviving accounts of historical celebrations are often made, a hallmark being variations of the traditional. However it has been pointed out that this is not really reconstruction as these traditions never died out – they have merely removed the Christian elements from the celebration and replaced the event at the solstice.

The Icelandic Ásatrú and the Asatru Folk Assembly in the US recognize Jól or Yule as lasting for 12 days, beginning on the date of the winter solstice.

In Wicca, a form of the holiday is observed as one of the eight solar holidays, or Sabbat. In most Wiccan sects, this holiday is celebrated as the rebirth of the Great God, who is viewed as the newborn solstice sun. Although the name Yule has been appropriated from Germanic and Norsk paganism, elements of the celebration itself are of modern origin.

What holiday do you celebrate?
Do you have any interesting stories about its roots or history? Family traditions? I'd love to hear from you.

Happy Winter Solstice!
Green Gal

Friday, December 18, 2009

Prescott College for the Liberal Arts and the Environment

Today I spoke with a woman from the admissions department at Prescott College in Arizona. She informed me that I've been accepted to the school, and that I'm being given some scholarships! I would love to go to Prescott, but it is the first place I've heard from so for now I can't say whether or not I'll end up actually going there. It is an expensive school and it's far away, but I am so glad to know I got in!
I'd like to share with you the essay I applied with:

Before I could even speak, my dad read to me—poems, stories, T.S. Eliot, Shakespeare. After much practice, I had the “To be or not to be” soliloquy mostly memorized by age seven. In the community college English class my dad teaches, he shows a tape of seven-year-old me donning a black turtleneck, sitting in a rocking chair, and reciting Hamlet’s famous lines about contemplating “that sleep of death.” My dad says it’s his favorite film version of the scene.

Years later, my dream job was to be an English teacher. I imagined myself teaching British literature, probably due to six years of Shakespeare camp and my continued practice of “To be or not to be.” But as I grew older and developed a variety of interests, I realized that English and expression through writing would better serve me as a tool with which I could express my other interests, one being preservation of the natural world.

My appreciation for nature is almost hereditary; a lifetime before I sat in that rocking chair reciting centuries-old lines, my maternal great-grandparents took their two sons to the Sierra Nevada Mountains near Yosemite. It was the first of many trips to the area, where a small lake, two stores, a restaurant, campgrounds, and cabins comprise the quaint mountain town of Pinecrest, where my mom spent two months every summer growing up. The smoky air, lake with distant mountain ridges nestled into the background, and nearby trails are familiar reminders of my family’s tradition and the many summers spent among the pines.

Growing up, my dad and his family went camping at places like Sequoia National Park and Big Sur. In high school, he was an avid rock climber, ascending up the cable-clad granite of Yosemite’s Half Dome—without the cables. He once backpacked from the same mountain town my mom spent her summers in to Yosemite Valley, a 70 mile trip and no small feat for a junior in high school. He vividly remembers being enthusiastic about the first Earth Day in 1970, and after high school he spent many afternoons scaling Castle Rock in Saratoga, California.

My parents’ combined enthusiasm for the outdoors made camping in Pinecrest a first vacation choice. Then little blonde-haired me arrived, tagging along at three-months-old on my first camping trip. I frequently accompanied my parents on jogs along mountain roads in my neon green baby jogger. Waking up to mountain bird songs and a crackling campfire, hiking up Half Dome this past June—with cables—and ascending an unmarked rock hillside this summer with my dad: these are the memories I cherish most. No doubt my parents’ decision to camp when I was young influenced my preference for the open air, or as John Muir called it, “that one great bedroom” that spans the atmosphere.

As I was growing up, I wasn’t cognizant of the value I placed in nature. But between the end of eighth grade and the beginning of my sophomore year, I realized the deeply ingrained reverence I felt for the place I ventured to every summer. I matured alongside the green fad that has since become a movement and I developed a consciousness for the impact my actions have on the world. I developed “green” habits, but more importantly I recognized the respect and appreciation for nature that runs through my veins. The immersion in nature as a young child and the passion for the outdoors that my dad and mom introduced me to have made my place in the natural world something that influences everything I do. During the growth of this admiration for nature, and consequently my desire to help stop environmental degradation, I didn’t see the correlation between nature and English. It wasn’t clear until I became interested in nature writing—Thoreau, Emerson, and later Muir. Reading Jon Krakauer’s Into the Wild opened the door to transcendental ideas and truly changed the way I think about the world. Continued reading of nature writers led me naturally to John Muir, another great influence on my view of life. Nature writing, I realized, was a way to fuse my love of nature with English.

The opportunity to combine writing with nature in an academic setting arose my junior year in my United States history class. When choosing a research topic for a paper, my eye was drawn to a topic near the end of the list: “Should we protect the environment at the expense of the economy?” I utilized my knowledge about the environment to craft a paper based in logic and fact that supported the environmental, with the suggestion that the economy doesn’t always have to suffer when the environment gets priority.

For me, environmental sensitivity has become who I am. I don’t have to think about the fact that I’m using my reusable mug at the coffee shop—if I go in to buy coffee without my own mug, I feel guilty for wasting resources. As a youth member of my city’s Bicycle and Pedestrian Advisory Committee, I advocate for alternative transportation. I am always looking for opportunities to support the environment: I’m currently interning for a grassroots organization called Climate Prosperity Citizens. We’re developing a database of green tips from hundreds of sources on the internet. My school’s Environmental Club needed a new secretary this year, and I volunteered. I’m planning for our club to help a local elementary school with their new garden, and our school’s bulletin now has weekly green tips to encourage a more environmentally-conscious campus culture. And I’ve found a way to combine my love of writing with my concern and appreciation of nature; I began a “green” blog in January 2009 as both a resource of green tips and to share stories from my life relating to the environment. As of November 2009, I’ve written thirty-five posts and had visitors to the site from Africa, Australia, Canada, Europe, and all over the United States. Practicing what I preach is important to me, but conservation has become more than a hobby; it’s a part of me, as inseparable as my philosophical or spiritual beliefs.

I love to teach others about how to conserve and I enjoy reading about nature and the environment, but nothing compares to actually being in the mountains, looking at wildflowers or gazing across a pine-filled valley. That is what I want to experience—not only text and pictures on a page. Prescott College interests me because of that promise of experiential learning—doing, not merely watching or reading. At this point in my life and experiences, nature is where I want to work. I want to study nature; I want to be a naturalist. But a person cannot become a naturalist just by reading books about plants and animals. The greatest teacher is nature and Her bounty of plants and wildlife. John Muir was a persuasive expert on nature because he lived to observe, explore, and discover the essence of life. Muir’s greatest teacher was Nature, and he considered himself a pupil in the “Universe of Wilderness.” I want a college experience that will allow the Wilderness to be as important a teacher to me as the professors, an experience beyond some four walls, a white board and a computer. I want to acquire the knowledge and experience to effectively express my thoughts on nature through writing. I know Prescott is the best place I can achieve that.


For more information on Prescott, you can visit their website at http://www.prescott.edu/. They're an excellent private school for anyone interested in environmentalism and social justice, as both are encompassed in the school's philsophy.

Friday, December 11, 2009

Colleges, Environmental Club and Holiday Tips

My college applications are all in. Transcripts have been requested. Essays are tucked away in files that I will not look at until next April when I won't stress if I left out a comma.

The college application process is sure a journey, but I know the destination will be worth it. I have at least three weeks until I find out from anyone--but most likely it will be months before I hear back. I have to file my FAFSA, and then I just wait by the door for that letter. And now, for a list of where I applied...
UC Irvine


San Francisco State UniversitySonoma State UniversityRocky Mountain CollegeUniversity of San Francisco
My major of choice for most is anthropology, but for some schools that don't have anthropology or have a stronger environmental studies program, I applied to major in environmental studies. Prescott is one of those places where the environment is already part of the school's philosophy, and if I went there, I would want to study to become a naturalist because of the experiential learning and outdoor focus that the school has. I would get to learn from Nature, so studying the environment would be so cool! I would be so excited to go to any of these schools; I just cannot wait until I hear back!

So that sort of introduces why I haven't posted since Halloween. Writing essays, revising essays, filling out applications, sending SAT scores, sending transcripts, figuring out which schools want what, and at the same time keeping up with school work--the blog got pushed to the bottom of my to-do list.

In many of my college essays, I mention Green Gal, along with many other environmental things I've done. One such environmental thing is the club I'm now secretary of...

The Environmental Club at my school has been invisible my three and a half years of high school. It would show up at environmental fairs and various events, but it wasn't accessible, no one could join it, and they did nothing to influence campus culture. The new girls in charge this year have stepped down, and I couldn't help but take the opportunity to jump in and try to actually make it into a club that did stuff. So now I'm secretary (I would have been President, except that I'm publicist for Drama Club, Human Rights Club, and co-president of Photo Club and I tend to over-committ) and there are two co-presidents. Some ideas I brought to the club have already been set in motion: we now have green tips on our weekly bulletin at school, and we're planning on helping a local elementary with their garden. We posted green tips around campus and our club now has weekly goals (I got the idea from Reduce Footprints' Change the World Wednesday) to try and meet. This week's is to avoid plastic water bottles. Some of the people in the club don't have reusable bottles (we're gonna have to do something about that for sure!), so we altered the goal to either no plastic water bottles, or reuse the plastic water bottle multiple times to reduce. Hey, it's a start.

On another note, I'm writing a really interesting research paper on human impact on extinctions, past and present. Most of my essay is on megafaunal extinctions in the late Pleistocene epoch and those extinctions that took place whenever man reached new territory. I also discuss modern extinctions--like those of amphibians and bats that are taking place now--and will end the paper with conservation efforts currently taking place. I will post the paper to this blog once it's turned in. It's due next Thursday, so this weekend I will be rewriting my rough draft and editing and adding information. I love research papers!Obviously the holidays are here--Happy Hanukkah tonight to those who celebrate it!--so I will conclude this long-overdue post with some green holiday tips!

Holiday Tip #1: Turn off those holiday lights!

From sundown until the time you go to sleep, your LED (hopefully!) holiday lights (inside and out) can and should be gleaming all of their holiday spirit for the world. But once your head hits the pillow, those lights should be off. Leaving them on all night wastes a lot of energy, and no one is going to see them at midnight, one, two, three o'clock in the morning! So turn them off before bed and don't turn them back on until sundown the next day. It seems like this would be an obvious way to conserve, but it's always good to be reminded.Holiday Tip #2: Wrap Consciously

Gift wrapping can be fun or tedious, depending upon how many gifts and how much time you have before Christmas morning! But it can also be wasteful if it isn't done with a consciousness. First of all, choose your materials wisely. Most wrapping paper cannot be recycled, so be sure to choose brown paper, newspaper, cloth, or a recyclable/reusable material. Use as little of the material as possible. Don't be wasteful with cutting too much paper and being left with an oddly-shaped scrap that has no where else to go except for the recycle bin. Be creative and use old pillow cases to sew the gift into their gift wrap. Add buttons, sew greetings--the possibilities are endless! If you're using paper, be conservative with your tape. A lot can go a long way if you place it correctly. Reuse ribbons and bows, or make ribbon strings out of the remaining pillow case scraps or old yarn. Often the most resourceful wrapping jobs are the most creative and the most appreciated. I love using old pillowcases and shirts to wrap gifts, and I usually safety pin them together. It's grand to see the recipients expression when you hand them a cloth-wrapped gift.

Holiday Tip #3: Save the paper, ribbons, and tags!

I'm usually the crazy niece/cousin/granddaughter on Christmas who's catching the falling wrapping paper, folding it nicely and saving it. My grandma and I always collect the ribbons, so at least for that part I'm not alone in my conservation. I have a drawer full of folded wrapping paper that I save for small gifts. I try to find an unwrinkled portion of the paper to wrap the gift with. I just gave my friend Margaret Mitchell's Gone with the Wind today and I wrapped it with some old red and white striped paper. It still had a sticky tag with my name on it from last Christmas. She's used to my conservation antics and didn't mind one bit. Most of my friends will be receiving gifts wrapped in old paper. For teachers and people who I don't know as well, of course, I will wrap their gifts with fresh paper or cloth. (There are varying degrees of "Greenness" that you can apply to each gift you wrap.) So save the gift paper as it falls, remove as much tape as possible/fold the tape down so it doesn't stick to the other sides of paper, fold it into a manageable size and place in a bag. Later, tie it with the other pieces using twine, and stash it in a drawer for next year. (I discussed these paper-saving ideas in my May 21 post, Paper.) You can also save those little hanging tags that you write the recipient's name on. White-out the name, paste some paper over it, or use the tag for the same person next year. That may be considered overkill by some, but at least you're conserving some paper and string--not to mention the plastic those little tags come in.Well, that concludes my post. I will almost certainly be posting over my winter break, which begins next Friday.

Happy Holidays!
Green Gal

P.S. You can also learn how to Sew Your Own Christmas Wrapping and reduce the waste of paper wrapping all together!

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Every man and woman is born into the world to do something unique and something distinctive and if he or she does not do it, it will never be done.
-- Benjamin E. Mays

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