You know you live in the city when...

all of your dryer lint is black.

My mother-in-law, having bought me $200 in scrapbooking supplies for "Solstice," (worthy of another blog altogether; and no, I don't scrapbook) signed the two of us up for a paper-making class.

Yes, the woman has actually met me. There's no explanation.

I was instructed to save my dryer lint, as it evidently is ideal for pressing into paper and can be easily dyed into pastel hues fit for Easter/Eastre, to celebrate the festival of the fertility goddess.

Unless all your dryer lint is black.