Life On The Planet

All About Your Heart

I love you guys. Warts and all. (Especially the warts!)

P.S. This song has a wonderful story behind it.

Fowl, Felons and Summer Fun

(Tiger as "ROOSTER" in Charlotte's Web.)

We didn't do much today, and we really liked it. I did a little housework. (Emphasis on the word little.) Sal rode his bike to the library. We had some popsicles and looked through old photos.

I took a nap.

Thank you, July. We appreciate you more than you know. 

Then a helicopter dipped low over the house. The K-9 units swarmed the neighborhood. A felon was on the loose.

(He was caught.)

Thank you to our local police. We love you. You deserve a popsicle. Or fifty.

Maybe tomorrow we can enjoy July outside.

Unarmed, please.

Run For the Roses

Butterfly used to live in a world of horses. They were on her walls. They were on her blankets. She had burlap curtains for heaven's sake. She was a horse loving girl.

She still loves horses, but her taste in decor has gradually changed. Slowly but surely, Rob Pattinson and Taylor Lautner have replaced Arabians and Palominos. And she is completely over the burlap.

She wants roses. Pink is the new Appaloosa.

After wailing and sobbing about my little girl growing up, I did what I had to do.

I shopped.

I found this quilt at Target.

It goes with her existing dust ruffle. It has ROSES. It's kismet.

I love dust ruffles. Not only do they finish the bed, but they also hide all of the junk under her bed. (And boy, does she have junk under her bed.)

Pink sheets are found on sale. ON SALE. (Do they frown upon happy dancing in the aisles at Target? Too late!)

Having spent all I was planning to spend on pre-made, I headed to JoAnn's. Fabric for bedspread, curtains and fuzzy pillow were found.

I have coupons. Hear me roar.

I used quilt binding to trim the spread.

Here is what we found for curtains. They are my next project.

And for the fuzzy pillow...

You like? I sure do. Her bedding material is very soft.

I still have to find material for her canopy.

When I get it all finished, I'll give you a peek.

And then a week later she will be pleading for black and white geometric patterns.

Honestly, there's no keeping up with the kid!

(Photography by Butterfly!)

Penitent Me

(I cropped the photo in order to hide the Aladdin costumes that are STILL at my house. Don't ask.)

Time has lost all meaning so I'll just tell you that Sal got to go to Philmont.

Wow, right?

He left the week before dress rehearsal week for the play of which I was stage managing/ costume sewing/ stage mothering.

Wow, right?

Half-way through the week-of-the-play, we had a teensy power surge due to a fuse box issue which was beyond my understanding of electrical appliances. The house did not burn down.

Good, I know.

Something happened with our internet connection. I was in the middle of a-very-busy-week.

So, whatever. Right?

Play finished. I tried to fix the internet problem, only to discover that as I had assigned the Salamander to set up the system in the first place, HE WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO KNEW THE PASSWORD. And he was on top of a mountain with spotty cell coverage.

Oh, the mortification.

Needless to say, he has returned.

I have internet.

(I probably should have taken the fifth on this one.)

Planetary Notes: 07-06-10

* The play is next week. Ack. Busy.

* Sal is home.

* Sal is leaving for Philmont Scout Ranch. Double Ack.

* Busy, busy, busy. More later. Busy.

Eclipse

 
I'm taking Butterfly to see it.

I hope it is good.

I heard it is.

I hope I don't regret taking her.

I hope I don't have to cover her eyes, or anything.

I'll let you know.

And I'll eat some popcorn for you.

If I must.

(I must!)