Pink Mohair

Collage

I took a collage class last night. The artist lived in this two story loft, studio space in the basement. He had a bright yellow swing suspended from the ceiling in the kitchen! Note the woman with the Oscar de la Renta gown in the bathtub. I was incredulous, but husband seemed to understand it! At least, he didn't say "You..are...so...WEIRD."

Soon, you will hear about Junior and the oatmeal bowl, in supposed protest to wearing the asymmetric  sweater. Right now, I type with Tarzan himself hanging from my neck - blogging was much easier when I was working nights and could go to bed blog in the morning!

The Artists Way

I am reading the Artist's Way right now and it is fabulous. Does everyone know about it? There is something about doing the morning pages that is very freeing. Of course, blogging has taken a backseat as I seem to be focusing more inwards than outwards. How could I have missed this book for so long?!

Oh, Junior wore the sweater to a cafe. A woman commented, "That is the most beautiful girl - she is way to pretty to be a boy." She was responding to someone who said what a cute little boy he was. Eek, poor Junior. He loves his sweater, though. Truly.

Would you kick Junior's Ass?

This week I got a bee in my bonnet to knit a crazy sweater for Junior.

I know, you're probably wondering what's wrong with it (other than the pink.)

Well, I decided to make an asymmetric sweater because let's face it, how many little boys have the chutzpah to wear stuff like this? Thank goodness Husband is at a meeting! So...if you were at the playground (and were a toddler) would you kick Junior's ass if you saw him wearing this or would you think he was cool?

Maybe he could wear the muscle sweater as a warning.

With sick, throwing up kids at home for the weekend we didn't do too much. Juniorette is working on a collage that involves glueing everything (fine china, my engagement ring) to a big piece of plywood. I love how she cut out that cartoon fabric that says "Don't make me come in there!"

We also spent a couple of days last week drawing and painting fantasy princess houses.

I'm also working on this large wrap with this beautiful self-striping yarn. Thanks, Sue! When we recover from this awful virus hopefully we'll have some amusing stories to report. Enjoy the snow if you're on the East Coast today and I wish you a day free of child vomit (I also wish myself this although so far no luck.)

Sleeves are for Chumps

I dragged the posse to a knitting store this morning so I could by some different yarn for the wrist warmers I posted yesterday. I was so glad nobody gave me a hard time about my kid refusing to wear shoes and socks; instead, all the ladies cooed over him and I could browse. When it's colder out and his feet are purple people aren't so forgiving. Even worse is when he's wearing his muscle sweater knitted by his Nan. He was sooooo happy that there were no sleeves on it: Sleeves are for chumps. Pink fluffy phones, however, prove security in one's masculinity.

Wrist warmers

I've been looking around for some cool wrist warmers and found this pattern on Etsy. This is my prototype and now I'm going to crochet some that go to the elbow, this time in cashmere.

Here is what they look like on the adventuresofjr's Etsy site - hmmmm, what colors to use?

There are lots of fun patterns for wrist warmers on Etsy - I also really like these from KitNit.

Thrifting

I am starting to LOVE my new city. I took the rugrats thrifting on Friday. I found this painting for 8 bucks.

A red wooden Dutch shoe (was this your, Dees?) for 3 dollars WITH a hole drilled on the side so I can hang it.

And new kitchen towels at TJ's.  They go so well with the polka dotted fridge! I just love this break from doctoring. Tomorrow Juniorette starts school so Junior and I are going to a cafe to discuss what's going to happen in New Hampshire. He's going to wear his muscle sweater, but more on that another day.

Hot Chocolate and Full Diapers

Yesterday was very cold and the beauty of school vacation is having hot chocolate for lunch. No, not with grilled cheese as the main course (brownies, naturally.) SO GOOD.

On a more humorous note, I think I've finally figured out why Junior's diapers are always so full. Just so you know, I don't set this sort of photo up - our family is just like this, I swear.

Embalming Polly Pocket

Believe it or not Polly Pocket is not annoying enough to be embalmed (although finding a stray Polly boot in Junior's diaper was annoying.) In an effort to live artfully this last week, I decided we should make our own snowglobes! Note that the white stuff in Polly's hair is ground eggshell and represents snow not dandruff. The only problem is the permanence of Polly's state - Juniorette wanted to remove her two days later to brush her hair. Don't say I didn't warn you.

First, collect some little treasures to glue onto the metal top of a jar. I used a processed meat baby food jar that husband accidentally bought (gross.) If you're like us, none of these treasures will actually stick with Krazy Glue so we skipped this step and rounded up Polly for embalming. Fill the jars with Baby Oil but be sure to let your tyke do it because it is so easy to clean up when the Costco sized bottle is dropped on the floor. Put clean eggshells in a towel and step on them - this makes good snow (or dandruff.) In another jar we placed Polly's toy tiger and her purse (priorities) and some beads as well as lots of glitter.