I love this picture so much it hurts.
It looks like she’s actually flying. If I had known I could give my kid the power of flight, I would have sewn her a cape years ago.
Making Small Town Look Good.
The Oldest Kid’s costume is almost done. She’s missing her shirt and vest, which are on the sewing list for today.
Then, I move on to The Middle’s Kid’s cat costume and capes for Superhero Day at school. We’re just going to pretend that Nerd Day and Dress For Success Day aren’t happening until I get through those projects. You know what power I would want if I were a Super Hero? The ability to freeze time.
Excuse me while I find a source of radiation to speed up the Super Hero creation process.
They were so delicious the kids made me go back and make another batch.
Then I had to stop myself from making a third batch just for me. Because oh my lordy, with the NOM NOM NOMS. I may never eat anything else again.
Almost Pizza (But Not Quite):
Sliced Roma tomatoes sprinkled with,
Garlic Salt (California Style, with Parsley)
Parmesan Cheese (the kind that comes in the green can, because we’re classy)
Broiled on center rack for twelve minutes or until the cheese is golden brown.
My life has been consumed by girl scouts. Every thing I see makes me wonder how I can turn it into a girl scout project. This is good, I have a lot of ideas. It’s also bad. I’d like my brain back, please.
In any case, all these ideas require mass amounts of pre-planning and preparation. This leaves no room for procrastination unless I want to spend an entire day and night frantically trying to get things together.
I did it anyway.
Procrastination is a lifestyle. You have to commit.
Yesterday I went walking around the property, trying to find inspiration for a couple of projects I’m considering.
This guy made me think of a project I saw on Pinterest a while ago for kids snacks. That wasn’t the project I was contemplating but I was grateful for the help anyway.
They could have used antennae but I didn’t have any pipe cleaners. Our girl scouts seemed to enjoy them and that’s what really mattered.
See what I did there? I made it seem like I’m all hip and trendy instead of just too cheap to buy the $200 real version of this shirt. I’m recycling. That’s way better than wearing designer.
I followed this tutorial. It took me about an hour, not twenty minutes like it should have. Mostly because my sewing machine hates me. But, also because I tried it on twenty times trying to figure out why I loved this thing when it was laying on my table and hated it on my body. I decided it needed side darts. It helped. At least, I don’t hate it on my body any more.
This is what soccer looks like to me: a bunch of blurs running around a soccer field. I can’t keep up. I just cheer loudly when I feel like I should.
Someone said to me the other day that every time they see a soccer mom with a DSLR, they want to punch someone. If I didn’t have my camera how would I get shots like this? People are dumb.
**I’d also like to add that spell check would like to change DSLR to LSD. For some reason this strikes me as particularly hilarious with this picture. It kind of looks like I shot it while under the influence.
Every time I drive by this giant heart at Children’s Hospital I think to myself, “I should stop and take a picture.” Then I keep driving because I’m generally two minutes away from being late to our appointment. Today as we were leaving, I actually did it.
There is something about the bright red against the blue, blue sky that grabs me.