Lauren says, H is for Heart:
Tracey says, H is for Hood:
Lauren says, H is for Heart:
Tracey says, H is for Hood:
It is almost entirely due to my ridiculously poor memory that we take this trip again and again. 2 full days in the car with the wee ones should burn a warning in my head but…We made it safe and as sound as I was before we left. Here are a few of shots from the trip (mostly taken TTV – my new obsession).
Rest Stop along the New Jersey Turnpike:
I bet you will not be able to stop calling them, “po-to-toes” today. I chanted it in the car endlessly, way beyond funny.
And finally, you know those moments when it’s just too quiet in the car?
Hope those of you who celebrate Christmas are having a great one!
I look forward to being in better touch upon our return. I may post periodically while down visiting my parents in N.C.
edit: This shot made it onto Flickr-blog. What a nice surprise!
Lauren says, G is for Good Morning:
Tracey says, G is for Globes (shot TTV, Through The Viewfinder):
Subtitled: Sweet god I made it home.
Let me pre-apologize to any of my blog readers who may be public banana eaters, more on that to come.
There was noon dismissal for my son’s Kindergarten due to the impending storm so I loaded up my tired little guy for what would normally be his nap time and headed to the school. I dazzled him with a mommy opera in the hopes of keeping him up but he feel asleep moments from the school. I dragged him out of the car and he sleep walked into the school. Not too bad at this point, I was still a smiling functioning human. I will admit that my story cracks in part, due to my own poor planning. I figured I better get a couple of errands done before the monster snow storm barreled down on us. I ran to the frame shop to get their advice and/or help in packaging two vintage prints someone ordered from my shop. I usually send out orders straight away but I was intimidated by the fragile glass. I double bubbled it and taped cardboard all around and then at the shop the kindest woman busted out the serious frame box and helped me out in a BIG way. Ok, that’s the boring part (I’m afraid it all might fall into that category but I will soldier on). I tell you about it only go give you a sense of time passing. Time passing ever so slowly with two tired and hungry kiddos in tow. So then we went to the 5&10 to get an ice scrapper and a rubber chicken. We then walked to the Post Office, guess we weren’t the only ones thinking of mailing out packages before the storm. Apparently there is some holiday coming up or something. 45 minutes. 45 minutes! I kept chanting in my head, “Oh my god, I’m the mom with THOSE kids”. I am the mom who has 2 boys wrestling and “torturing” a rubber chicken on the floor of the tiny and crowded post office. The kind of mom I would have so smugly look down upon not too long ago. The last straw was when my 2 1/2 year old threw the rubber chicken and hit someone in line. If you know my 2 1/2 year old you’ll know he’s got an arm. More than one person has gotten a face full of ball after leaning down close to him in anticipation of a baby-sized throw. Oh, and then to make it all more rich and enjoyable, the woman in front of me (not a believer in personal space), reached over to grab my package from me and tried to untangle my packing tape. I said,” No thanks, I got it!” but she wouldn’t stop. I swear to you I said, “Unhand my package woman.” and yet still, she continued. She went from being a harmless crunchy older woman to deranged at that point. And then, then – she took out a freaking banana, peeled it and ate it. Oh so close to me and my nose. I swear I almost lost what was left of my marbles. I think if we looked up the social contract for crowded lines at the post office it would say somewhere that eating a banana in that situation is in poor taste, I can not even type about the peel. Not sure, but it may or may not also mention the etiquette for a rubber chicken beat down. Anyhoo, by the time we left the snow was falling and my blood pressure was rising.
Here is the chicken my oldest decided should have a tattoo that reads, “Chickens for Obama”.
And now the snow is pouring down and piling up. Here is view from my front window.
I am about to take a toasty shower, put on my warmest robe, grab a bottle of wine, curl up on the sofa with my videos and CHILL.
I have been a bad blogger and an even worse blog reader lately. Forgive me! Or rap me once on the knuckles and then forgive me if you must.
I wanted to share the aprons I made for my son’s teachers. I am super proud that they came out looking like real aprons! I don’t usually make things that are meant to fit or have a particular shape. I usually stick to sewing amorphous creations. But with the help and support of my lovely craft group (I do not think it’s possible to look forward to craft night any more than I do) I was able to make 2 aprons.
And speaking of craft night, look what I am wearing this very moment:
See me trying to pluck that snowy tree right out of the ground?
Chris, my secret swap partner, knit these beautiful fingerless mitts for me! Aren’t they gorgeous? And check out the vintage button embellishment! Thanks Chris 🙂
As for the aprons, I used the book, A is for Apron by Nathalie Mornu (which I highly recommend) for inspiration and directions.
I am going to include a vintage Classroom Reader with each apron. I was super excited to find this one, which was a library book at an elementary school in Woods Hole, since his teacher grew up on Martha’s Vineyard!
I made this one to be kind of like a waiters’ apron. It will wrap around her tiny waist and make front and back pockets. I sewed a channel down each side to make separate pockets. I like the look a lot and hope it holds up. My next apron will have a heavier weight for the background fabric. I bought some Sharpies to clip onto the aprons when I give them to his teachers as well. I was thinking they would show that they could be used for the classroom to tuck stuff away, if they want to. No pressure!
Ok. Must go do a bizillion things. Will catch up with you soon.