Love this. So true.
“Making the decision to have a child—it is momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body.”
~Elizabeth Stone
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today’s homework
| I am a pretty girl. Being pretty. I have weird cheeks. I have aqua hair. Yet, I might be a flapper. I no doubt know love. I am young, but not unwise. |
Hurrah for school! This was a very quick sketch made with a red Crayola marker. I scanned it in and played with it. I am having boatloads of fun. Lovin’ Live Trace in AI.
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I think I just wee-weed in my pants with sheer excitement and delight about the little LEGO minifigure I just managed to create FROM SCRATCH in Adobe Illustrator. I never even cried. I drew all of his tiny parts with the Shape tool and the Pen in Illustrator. (I know it isn’t perfect.) But I think I might possibly be kicking some serious mommy ass and win some best-mom-ever awards (only from my son, of course). A custom LEGO minifigure of his own? I think I just p e e d again! This might be the holy grail. Think of the possibilities…think of what this could mean! Where do we go from here?
have you seen these?
| LEGO for Moleskine. Be still my heart. |
LEGO for Moleskine. Limited edition journals: write in the book—attach LEGOS to the cover. And then the counsel to “think with your hands.” Goodness me. I think this might be my moment of nirvana in the capitalist mainframe for the week. Is it more heavenly for the child or for his parents? Not sure. We might just get some super glue and a Composition notebook and call it quits. 🙂 Get your at Moleskine or Amazon.
Sewing School :: Day 2
When two of my mama friends asked if I would teach their eight year old daughters to sew, I jumped at the chance. I distinctly remember learning to knit in an after-school class taught by my 4th grade English teacher, Mrs. Broughton. I remember how weirdly special it felt to be at school after hours— to be learning something other than English from my teacher. It felt… mystical—as if we were somehow conspiring. As if she was teaching me what I really needed to know in life.
If a sandwich could talk…
this one would say, “i love you, i love you, i love you—with my whole heart, i love you.” Since my little ladybird’s favorite foods include, but are not limited to: chocolate, cake, hummus & carrots, or chocolate, the sandwich sits uneaten on the plate. And somebody should take away my cookie cutters too (Elaina!).
A Valentine
Is it ever too soon to introduce your kiddo to Adobe Illustrator? Not if you want to spare him a fate of crying and falling apart every time he tries to edit anything he makes on the computer…ah hem…not that I end up in a crumpled heap, speed-dialing my graphic designer whenever I am editing my pattern templates… (hi, Flip!) So, I’m taking the coolest online class in Adobe Illustrator over at Nicole’s Classes and I have learned so much already in one week. Am having so much fun.
Valentine’s day PB&J
Planning ahead: Valentine’s Day PB &J. Got the idea from my friend, Elaina’s, blog here. Good stuff.
put a bird on it
It seems that I can’t stop putting a bird on things (watch hilarious video here). I was asked to create some auctionable artwork with my daughter’s class for a school fundraiser. I made a diptych of painted and collaged birds and flowers. The two-year olds helped me place and glue all the little fabric flowers onto the stems I had already painted. This exercise was certainly like herding cats. Two-year olds have an amazing lack of understanding about what is up or down or here or there which made the finished pieces so much better. Adult minds are so limited by comparison. I made sure not to edit or correct their choices—they all put the hearts sideways and the flowers not on stems. It was awesome. I must try harder to let go of my understanding of pictorial space in my normal adult life! 🙂
12 minute birthday bunting
Six years ago we left the hospital with our baby boy. After the beauty of his birth and the exquisite privacy and interiority of the few days that followed, the world seemed completely new as we drove home. The road was filled with cars still and I didn’t understand why. It was Super Bowl Sunday and I couldn’t believe that they hadn’t called it off—that the world was still going on. Didn’t they all know that our baby had been born? Wasn’t the world completely new to everyone? No, but it sure does feel that way when you bring home a baby.