Chez Aristote

Philosophy grad student at CUA (lots of priests, not many girls) in the charmingly punk and disenfranchised city of Washington, DC.

Husband makes fun of crafts, but has not thrown away anything yet, I think.

Last year I got to reading some articles on Aristotle, my number-one man, in French, and I loved the way they referred to his way of thinking as “chez” Aristotle. Not “according to” or “in the words of” but just chez Aristote. So much better than your usual secondary-source prose.

I knit, spin, crochet, sew, needlepoint, and pretend to embroider. I wish I lived when all chicks did this all day.

[ChezAristote on Ravelry.]