Happy Halloweeeeeeen!

I wish someone had told me that about twenty years ago. Of course, I would not have listened.

Image from here. Via.

Halloween expands to fit the time allotted.

If Halloween is on a Wednesday, it pretty much takes all day Wednesday. If it's on a Friday, all day Friday - maybe a slight candy hangover on Saturday, but then you're done. This year (you know) Halloween is on Monday. So it started yesterday at 8:30 AM. It's going to rock hard all day today and tomorrow. Monday, (no school on Monday. Why?) it will wake up with a new zest for life and rock harder than ever. All. Day. And. Night.

By Tuesday, my kids will be schizophrenic from all that sugar.

Yes, I think you can contract schizophrenia from eating too much sugar.

That's what I'm telling people.

Raise your hand if you dreamed about Brian Wilson last night.

Just me? Okay. At least I know what to be for Halloween now.

Not winning Mother Of The Year. Again.

Serious flailing today. By the time I got the kids out the door for school, we all wanted to murder each other, then I made the mistake of visiting the internet.

Children not listening to you? Maybe you're not modeling good listening.

Make getting dressed a game! Yeah. A game called Just Get Dressed Because You're 8 For Pete's Sake. Except take out the Pete and put in the Fword.

I'm not proud of myself, I'm just saying.

Then my project went all askew and by the time I got it going in the right direction, it was 2:30.

Then I lost my keys.

Clean!

I cleaned my sewing table yesterday. It was thick with the dust of 1000 projects. Disgusting! But now it's clean. Ah.

This is the face of boredom.

So, how was your weekend?

Dreaming of scary Muppets.

This should be a story about my kids' nightmares. It's not! Last night I dreamed that scary Muppets moved in next door and they were watching me constantly. Always there. Not doing anything. Just looking. If I opened the blinds, Sweetums was staring at me from the other side. I was closing the curtains and finding them open again a minute later. I was pretty sure they were getting in at night to watch me sleep. Scary, right?

Are you more freaked out by my dream or the fact that I'm telling you about it?

Field trip!

Today I went on the third-grade field trip to the farm and now I think I have to make a farm in my backyard. And my front yard.

New Market Bags in the shop.

I have to make this.

I have to make this. Have to Have to Have to.

In your dreams.

I had an absolute horror movie of a dream last night, in which I kept closing a door only to find it open again. Sounds fine now but it felt very someone is in the house. In the light of day, it might just be another housework frustration dream. That's a little disappointing, right? Or maybe, I'm closing the door on an opportunity because it feels a little scary. Hm.

This morning I woke up dreaming that my friend, Donna was making me laugh. It was lovely.

Dreamy photo here.

Hi Dana!

I was trying to figure out what to blog about today and then I repinned about ten of Dana's pins. Do you know her? She is the queen of whimsey and general girlish awesomeness. We are bffs and totally going out for tea after this. In my mind.

These images and more from Dana Komjaty's pinboards. She has a shop too.

I feel a little meh about the fact that I just used "blog" as a verb. I might change it but - you know - authenticity and whatnot. Laziness. Mediocrity. Aw crud, I just ruined my good mood.

New in the shop....

Beware....

Beware any conversation that begins: "You're arty and whatever, right?" You may soon be leading third-graders through a spooky forest full of cut-paper bats inspired by the absolute loveliness of the above made by Aggie Bainbridge and available here.

After you take first-graders to the pumpkin patch. I'm pretty sure that conversation started: "You know how to drive and have car insurance, right?" I just thought I'd throw that in lest you get all full of your arty-and-whateverness.

This is what it looks like around here.

Seamus is doing a report on the gila monster. Fin's new favorite expression is "Aw crud." Who are these people?

Central Coast weekend.

Dunes. Farm. Friends. Grandma and Grandpa. Now, back to the salt mines!

Friday, I'm in love....

I swear, half the time I fall in love? I fall in love with boots. These lovelies are from Frye.