Twenty-dollar Shoppers coming soon.

I'm crazy-in-love with this bright vintage floral. It reminds me of the curtains in my childhood bedroom. SO GOOD!

Around here.

Around here we go to Open House at elementary school and Tenacious D at the Fox on the same night. Because that's the kind of poor planners/rocknroll parents we are. The peas are growing up and the fence is falling down. The chicken coop is coming along nicely, though not fast enough because five chickens is too many to be living in the bathtub.
I quit running when hay fever kicked in and I was waking up every morning feeling like death (And the thought of going outside and gulping in great lungfulls of pollen-laced air seemed like it might actually kill me.) Now I'm back at it and can report that any and all stamina I had painstakingly built up is now gone. I don't like running. I like doughnuts and beer. And fitting into my pants.

Geysers and rust, and things that are neither.

 These images (and more) here.

Did you watch Sherlock last night?

Ninety-six.

I have missed you so! I know it's pretty much a one-sided conversation, but it does me some good and I'm totally done not talking to you now.
I've been super-busy making ninety-six Market Bags for my fabulous customer in Japan! 96! (I saved you one, it's in the shop.) And they shipped on Monday and then there was a bike race, and a few baseball games, Fin lost a tooth, I cleaned off my desk and Donna Summer died and now I'm back! Here's what I learned:
1. Making 96 of anything is tough. I know what you're thinking and I'm still not going to have them made in China. Thank you for bringing it up again.
2. Using a point system to modify your child's behavior is a little like a being on a diet. It works for a week and then everyone gets bored and eats whatever they want. I don't care what fancy doctor recommended it.
3. Chickens can fly.
Now I'm off to work at a school fundraiser, listening to parents complain about the beautiful event my friend, Anne, spent 100 hours creating to raise money for their child's school. Whatever, haters!
In unrelated news: 19 days to Summer Mom! Actually, those two things might be related.

And then there were five.

As if I was going to be satisfied with two chickens. From left to right, this is: Fifi, Heya, Rue, Lupé, and Penelope.

I'll eat you up I love you so.

I'll eat you up I love you so - is what I say to my little one every night when I tuck him in. Which might not be very motherly of me, but it suits him. To my slightly less little one, I say - she turned off the light and she closed the door and that's all there is, there isn't any more. Because he's more of a two-straight-lines sort of guy. And because I love them each as much as the other, but not the same.

New girls.

Meet Lupé and Rue. They are Rhode Island Reds, about a week and a half old. Like good hens, they never stop talking.

Goodbye, MCA.

You are missed already.

May the fourth be with you.

Three things....

There's a lot I don't know. But, I do try to get slightly less stupid every day by learning things faster than I forget them. Here's what I got today:
1. Fin has two stomachs. They can be used for different things, which explains how his "dinner" stomach can be full, while his "milkshake" stomach is not.
2. Cows do not have four stomachs. They have one stomach with four compartments.
3. There are two Sudans.
What I forgot today, I could not tell you. I'm sure it was important.
Beautiful limited-edition gravity-defying print (which I must have) at How Now Brown Cow.