Confetti Eggs!
I’m prepared. There are (almost) 11 dozen confetti eggs for Solstice and Caitlyn’s birthday. Caitlyn knows what she’s going to do with these… the only question is will she smash them on any heads other than her own? Save
I’m prepared. There are (almost) 11 dozen confetti eggs for Solstice and Caitlyn’s birthday. Caitlyn knows what she’s going to do with these… the only question is will she smash them on any heads other than her own? Save
Maybe it’s the proverbial spring cleaning, but I’ve been on an organizing spree lately. I’ve got bags of out-grown clothes to take to Goodwill, books to drop off for the Seattle Public Library book sale, and dead electronics and computers finally making progress toward Re-PC and Total Reclaim. If it’s been ignored for years, I’m making an effort to decide what to do with it and then follow through. I’m pretty good about bagging up Caitlyn’s old clothes a couple of times a year, but they usually move as far as another closet, not actually out of the house. Mixed …
Thirty years ago, something woke me up in the middle of the night. When I went downstairs to investigate, I found my mom watching the wedding of Prince Charles and Princess Diana. Amazingly, she didn’t send me back to bed, and we watched the live broadcast in the middle of the California night. I was 6 years old. Caitlyn is well-trained to sleep through a lot, so I didn’t wait for her to wake up on her own, but collected her from her bed shortly after 2am our time Friday morning to watch the live stream of Prince William’s wedding …
Sometime when I was in elementary school (I think), I received a latch-hook rug kit as a gift, probably from my grandparents. It’s a unicorn with a rainbow background, and it’s oh-so-80s. Like many of the projects I worked on then, I liked doing the details, changing colors frequently and filling in small spaces. When it was time to do the background, interest flagged. The project was tucked away and forgotten. It resurfaced sometime after Caitlyn was born, discovered during one of Mom’s excavation projects. She finished that neglected background and brought it up to us, and I tucked it …
It’s the return of the Columbia City Farmers’ Market! (Which probably means it will rain this afternoon). I’m so, so, so hoping there is asparagus. Not sure yet what I’ll do with it – quiche, Spanish tortilla, cooked with a little garlic, tossed with a cream sauce over noodles – but, please, let there be asparagus. Because I have to wait two more years before I can harvest any of this. That’s 2013, folks, before I can cut and eat any of the asparagus I grow myself. I have to visit it in the p-patch and drool and keep my …
I went through a phase when I was about 13 or 14 when I made stuffed animals. I was taking a sewing class as an elective in junior high and somehow there were these kits you could order: “fur”, plastic eyes, stuffing, instructions. I made at least three of them: a cat, a turtle, and a parrot. I never did figure out how to not get the fur caught in the seams, so they all look a little weird, soft and fuzzy except where the fabric pieces come together. And then I finished the class, went on to high school, …