I'm generally geeking out on making scratch boards these days...do you remember these? You take a sheet of paper, cover the surface with as many colored crayons as possible, then slap a layer of black paint on top. Once the paint dries, take a toothpick or skewer or even a coin and scratch away to reveal the mystery colors beneath. Fun, fun! I even bought a package I found at a local art store and though the texture and color are definitely better (it's the square one on the right above), ... Read more
Archives for August 2012
Fall is just around the corner: clothing challenge
We've been having such a fun summer, and as I look out the window and see the sun-dappled, lush and green trees, it's hard to believe that autumn will be here in no time. K is equipped with a new backpack already and we'll need to go shoe shopping in a week or so. And then there is the ritual of Fall clothes shopping -- oh, how I love little girl clothes! However, this year I'm doing something rather ambitious and kind of crazy: I am going to make all her clothes for the next 12 months. ... Read more
Cuteness
As a mother, I am completely biased and think my child is the most beautiful creature in the world. But once in a while, I will see a breathtakingly gorgeous or enviously stylish little one that makes me do a double-take. My drawing doesn't do the girl justice, but trust me, she looked like she had stepped out of an ad and I'm certain her mother is a stylist. That hair! The rompers!! Love it. ... Read more
Sort of a perfect day
A collage from my day today...it was close to perfection. - Running around the rose garden, K trying to read all the monikers; "French Perfume" (above) was my favorite. It smelled oh-so-chic. - Taking a leisurely walk from the zoo back home. Snapping pix with my iphone. Lots of red: love the GMC bus (there was a futon in the back!), the bright crimson shop, a random "free" sign on a street. The text on the lower right says "Reds one". I liked the pops of color of the Solstice Parade HQ. - ... Read more
Making do
There is a photo of me and my brother in a photo album that is tucked into one of my mother's overstuffed closets. It is yellowed with age by now, tinted like an instagram. I am probably four or five; my brother a year younger. In the picture, we are both sporting identical rice bowl bangs, and I am wearing a handmade powder blue polyester coat with shiny white buttons. My white tights are slightly too big and rumpled around my ankles. My brother -- without a shred of self-consciousness -- ... Read more