Questionable Priorities

We're making dumplings (gyoza) this weekend, which reminds me of the time I actually postponed something because I wanted to eat gyoza at home . . .

On a separate note, Saudi women are protesting today against the driving ban by taking to the streets themselves! Props to the brave women out there. Find out more on the Saudi Women Driving blog or Women2Drive twitter site.

Mamas Faible

Spent the day preparing my portfolio. I've finally selected (well, select isn't really the right word, since I barely had enough works) the final 20 pieces to go into the portfolio. I got photos printed of all the three-dimensional pieces, mounted them on paper, and put them in as well. It all took much longer than expected, but at least the portfolio is pretty much ready to go. All I need to focus on now is getting the Aufgabe done. And drawing more comics, of course!

Anywho. I also just came back from grocery shopping with my mom. I kept having to drag her away from sweets and boxes labeled "free gift inside," which reminded me of this episode:

This was in Saudi. Saudi was the land of the weirdest combinations of "free gifts." I remember buying a lot of sliced cheese because my mom wanted the Looney Tunes glasses that came with it. We also bought a giant bag of Uncle Ben's rice once because it came with a knife. Knife? Rice? Um, okay.

I have no idea what we did with the six bottles of ketchup. We don't even use that much ketchup. Maybe we just gave them away . . .

Anyway, German classes resume today. Level C2, here I come! (eep) I hope the new people in my class are nice.

Not your mama

You know I'm avoiding work when I update my blog in the morning. Hmmmm.

I'm on an abaya streak. This happens a lot . . .

I've got a lot to do today, but so reluctant to start . . . blurgh.

Abayadvantage

More Saudi-related comics.

When I moved to Riyadh at the age of 13, I was horrified at the idea of wearing abayas and covering my head. I'd just discovered boys and spaghetti-strap tank tops (god, so 90s) and I was resentful of the oppressive Saudi laws that took my freedom away. But then, like all things, I got used to it. And once I got past the oppressiveness of the abaya, I started to notice its advantages.

I, for one, was a big fan of wearing my abaya over my pajamas, going to the mall, and walking into fancy shmancy stores for kicks.

Sometimes I miss wearing my abaya . . .

Inspired by a comic from the awesome Pigs in Maputo blog.

(Saudi friends: let me know if you remember any other funny Saudi stories that I've forgotten.)