Everyone keeps asking me if I'm going to blog while I'm off picking grapes in Blenheim, New Zealand. At first I laughed at the question. Then I half laughed, half considered it. Then I wondered what the hell I'd write about because I plan on A) doing nothing but pick grapes B) being drunk C) courting hot Kiwi men. Where would I find the time to write? And how much can one really write about grape picking? Alas, the title for the blog came to me after a day of wine tasting in Woodinville, so I thought I should at least hop on and make sure no one already claimed the brilliant domain.I'll be working at Yealand's Estate, which is a super sustainable winery. There are even these baby doll sheep that eat the grass between the rows of grapes, but don't eat the grapes themselves. How cute is that?! I can't wait to get my hands on one.
