The Time Zone Clocks in the boys room. 4 clocks ticking is loud!
As seen earlier, the "Schoolroom"
The Front Room
More Front Room
The (insert descriptive word here) table/cabinet that I made for aproximately $ 3o.
The sign on the door to the downstairs bath.
Behind that door
The sink
Toilet paper wrapped in some of my favorite quotations.
Wall of Authors
Close up of the Shakespeare picture.
Our Beautiful World: Wool is such a fabulous creation. It keeps a sheep warm all winter long and when it is too warm people can shear it off, cooling the animal and a fabulous fiber for humans to spin, knit, felt and weave to keep people warm the following winter. The fibers shrink forming a thick, very water resistant textile. Wool can keep you warm even when it is wet. It feels so nice between your fingers, soft and fluffy like a warm cloud.
Yes. Those are the sanitary liners that they put in swim suits to protect them from germs. The resort used them for tape. Gross. Where did they find them and why didn't they use tape or clean band aids or gum? Anything would have been less disgusting.
Wake up and check on Hairy Spider - he is not on vacation (sorry about the fuzzy pic the camera refused to focus on him.)
Build a castle,
and a secure institution.
Make Pokemon cards.
Have a conference with Commander Piggy.
Listen to Mom's records.
on high speed so they Sound like chipmunks
And dance some more.
Make a wishing well and solicit wishes.
As for the rest of my b-day stash, Cascade 220 in plum to make myself this...
When I first heard Sister Beck's Conference address Mothers Who Know I just loved it. It was one of those talks that say "You are on the right track. Here are some other things to think about. I know you can do it because you are a woman of God and the mother of these special charges."
The bullet points of Sister Beck's Talk."Latter-day Saint women should be the very best in the world at upholding, nurturing, and protecting families. I have every confidence that our women will do this and will come to be known as mothers who 'knew.'"
I just want to say, "I am a mother who knows."
P.S. Might I suggest that you write "I am a Mother Who Knows." on a paper, or paint it on a board or stitch in on a scrap of fabric and hang it in your home? Perhaps in a particularly trying spot to reming you why you do this and who you are doing it for. Mine, of course will be above the sink full of dishes.
(left to right: Raking Leaves with Father, Brothers Gazing on Landscape, Family Picnic, Sister Feeding Baby, Rain Gear and Daffodils, Dusting with Mother.) (Fantastic duck on lower left: Danvers)
(Feeding a Calf, Feeding Puppies)
I think that it needs a caption. Something kitchy, something ironic, something idyllic, something that captures the spirit of the whole collection but also that picture. I would like it to be a little tongue and cheek. For example: the dangers of educating a lady, or how everyday should be just like these scenes. Kind of like how we call the Schoolroom the "Schoolroom" but really very little schooling happens there.
This is Violet, my handy sewing machine whom I love. Do not discriminate because of her age. She is a perfect shade of pale green, has more than 100 attachments, had a glowing recommendation from a friend with the same model and I got her for $50 on Craigslist last year.
There are a few sewing machine repair books out there. Perhaps I should invest in one.
In our family the doll of choice is the Madame Alexander. They are cute and a family tradition. However, there is a problem. You aren't allowed to play with them. What good is a doll if you can't play with it, I ask? Well, I disobeyed and played with mine and you can tell. Most of them are pretty messy. My Scarlett is a disgrace. I have them scattered about Nutmeg's room but they are not to be played with.
They are tiny just 4 " high and they can actually fit in a dollhouse. First we bought Itsy Bitsy and named her Betsy but her hair is really yellow in real life and her eyes are very dark blue. Also Nutmeg shattered her pelvis in the first week.
Then we bought Hollywood Hills because her coloring was more of a match for Nutmeg and her hair is parted like Nutmeg's cowlick. We named her Greta.
I want to play too, Shy Bear is the doll I have picked out for myself, bangs, brown eyes. Don't you just love them?
This is Nutmeg just after being born. Notice the slight scowl, she is analyzing me and trying to figure out how to get away with things.
Nutmeg is a tiny little bundle of energy and sass. She is fearless. It is actually quite humorous considering her deceptive appearance.
She even twirls with determination. Submit to the will of the dancer!
Posing for pictures is a waste of her time. When she sleeps she sprawls everywhere. Other occupants of the bed are of little consequence.
This is Nutmeg preparing to jump. That is her jumping face. The face that says live or die I am going to jump and give you a heart attack! I am not kidding she wears this face each time she prepares to jump, particularly when jumping off of things taller than herself. I find it a bit maniacal.
This is my Sister JMO, and today is her birthday. What? You thought it was my birthday just yesterday, well it was. JMO crashed my slumber birthday party. I was totally psyched though because a sister is a great present. Mostly I wonder why my parents let me have a slumber party when my mom was 9 months pregnant?
JMO likes to draw. JMO has many passions some of which include sushi, collecting home furnishings, makeup and hair (see above), sleeping, taking self portraits (hey if you were that cute you would too) travelling to Australia, and playing with the hood of her coat.
JMO is very thoughtful, she doesn't like people to hurt other people's feelings. She falls in love easily. She gets upset really easy too. We hide from her when she is upset. She is kinda like a terrorist in that way. She is very loyal and a very good friend.
JMO was the cutest little girl she had golden locks and was very shy. She would tilt her head to the side when people talked to her. We used to call her Jessie, but it is a good thing we stopped because Mr. Moss married the Lovely Mrs. Moss whose logical nick name is Jess.
She likes aprons, a LOT! She is going to start collecting vintage aprons just like her sister.
I asked JMO what her favorite color was and she said "Orange cuz no one likes orange so I felt like it needed a fan so I sacrificed and made it mine." Isn't that nice? She is just like that. It is unnecessary though because Moose likes orange. Speaking of Moose, he really likes JMO and always defends her.
JMO really likes sushi. I think I introduced her to it. She sometimes works at sushi restaurants for free sushi.
There she is, isn't she lovely? Maybe my parents should have named her after Miss America?
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