As I was passing through the kids room, my son's toys he had set up for a game, caught my attention. I was so amused I just had to take these pictures. Apparently the kid was one man short and so Cinderella (borrowed from my daughter) was recruited. I love how my son has no inhibitions about a woman in an evening gown driving a tank.
Doesn't she look empowered?
Us city folk take immense pleasure in all kinds of "uncity-like" activities like going to a farm where we can remember what air minus exhaust fumes smells like, hear the cows moo and the sheep bleat and partake in wholesome activities such as picking peaches,
(Peaches grow on trees? Whoah!)
Climbing trees,
Climbing the haystack pyramid,
Climbing fences ( it seems a lot of climbing is involved)
Watching a goat climb a bench (this naughty goat belonged on the other side of the fence).
Lately husband and I got into trying new breads and cheeses. It all went ok until husband brought home olive bread and herb de provence munstarella cheese (what the heck is munstarella? Is it muenster cheese mixed with mozzarella? Can they do that or is it breaking some cheesy code of ethics?).
This morning I woke up feeling chilled and with a stiff neck. I looked at the window and there was no sun shining through the curtains. As I tried to claim a little more of the blanket from husband, I heard my son sneezing in the next room. Suddenly the depressing realization sank in. It's not summer anymore! I mean I knew it wasn't but I think due to mostly pleasant weather up to now I tried to be in denial of the fact. I know cold weather will come, it comes every year. And every year I bitch about it and lament the passing of summer. Beautiful, colorful, bright, warm summer. Some people complain about the heat. Not me. I will take heat over cold any day. Of course if I had a choice it would be 75 F all year round, but Summer, I will take you any way you are!
Why is it that Farmer's Market veggies and fruits are always more appealing than store-bought produce? I love walking between the stands at a Farmers Market where veggies are displayed in baskets and burlap sacks and are so vibrant and tasty looking. Did I mention fresh?
I've come to a point in my life where I started trying new things. Anything and everything that I've always been putting on hold because I was either too busy or the new task intimidated me. Maybe it's turning thirty (eeek) that had this effect on me. I began feeling that time is flying by so fast and there's so much I want to do. What am I waiting for?
and Woolly Embroidery
and was surprised how easy it was to learn different techniques from these books. I love the process of embroidering! It calms me down, which for me is reason enough to keep doing it and in the end I have the good feeling of having made something with my own hands.
My two kids watched me embroider and wanted to try it too, so I got them blunt tapestry needles and their own embroidery hoops. There's something very endearing about a four year old boy embroidering in bed in his pajamas, his face scrunched up in concentration.
So now I have one thing scratched off my "Just do it" list, but the list is still so long...
I love art that makes me smile, that makes my day just a little bit brighter. I'm so glad there are people out there like Johanna Wright, who's imagination produces marshmallow roasting bears and people making music in trees.
Ever since I took this picture of Kate, every bride has been requesting a picture "like" this for her album and of course I was never able to reproduce it. No two weddings are ever the same, and a shot is a frozen moment in time that can never be duplicated. Each bride can rest assured that the pictures documenting her special day are completely unique and one of a kind.
