{pretty, happy, funny, real}

Capturing Contentment in the Everyday…

Pretty

My camera battery died earlier this past weekend, and while we were busy entertaining we forgot to put the battery back in the camera (much less take pictures of our time with our friends), soooo you’re stuck with another wedding picture in honor of our anniversary earlier this week.  It’s still pretty, and still relates to our everyday life.  🙂  Well, except for the carriage.  Nowadays we get around in the 12-passenger van…. 😉

Happy

My fabric came in the mail!

I found this fabric stash on Etsy.com.  Fabric makes me happy.  This is not always a good thing.  Haus Meister likes it when I (economically) acquire fabric because I tend to eventually do something with it.  However, you can have too much of it.  Fabric closet, anyone? 😉  But I couldn’t resist this fabric because of the owls.

Someone has a birthday coming up in a few months, someone who likes owls.  I could have found just this fabric but I saw potential in the coordinating set.  End self-justification.  I’m happy, and she’ll be happy when she wears whatever it is I’m going to make with these owls. 😉

Funny

This one has a habit of being victim to the “funny” section of these posts.  He’s going to think I’m picking on him, but I can’t help it–he’s just too funny.

He spends his day in this padded swimsuit.  I alternate between calling it his football gear or his He-Man attire (when he’s out of earshot, of course.  He wouldn’t know who He-Man was anyway).  He wants to wear it when he wakes up in the morning, and when he was getting ready for bed tonight I had to tell him he couldn’t sleep in it.  Rascal and Dinosaur both began swimming lessons on Monday.  The neighborhood pool is the site of these lessons, and the sphere around which their summer has taken orbit.  “Are we going to the big pool today, Mommy?”  “Is it time for my swim team yet?” (and that at least eight hours before it begins).  I had the privilege of attending their first lesson, wherein Dinosaur would not go into the pool, and Rascal talked the ear off the obliging young lady who was assigned to help him hold a kickboard and teach him to kick his way up and down the swimming lane.  Upon arriving home that night, Rascal declared that he just loves that girl–“what’s her name?” and told his Dad with all the nonchalance of a pro: “I won my race, Dad.”  I wonder who it is Rascal thought he was racing?

Real

Worn out, tired beyond belief from running around with new friends, splashing in the kiddie pool while big brothers discover the larger pool over yonder.  Watermelon stained, sunkissed cheeks, sweat-curled hair.  Mosquito bites already?  Bare feet feeling the coolness of carpet.  Talking to Mommy about the day as Mommy folds the laundry until suddenly, in the haze of a hot Southern afternoon, the best idea in the world is to take a nap on Mommy’s bedroom floor.  The next best idea is for Mommy to capture it on film (at this point I remembered to reinstall the camera battery).

7 thoughts on “{pretty, happy, funny, real}

  1. I have a canvas wardrobe to hang my fabric stash. It lives in my hot attic but just steps away from my sewing closet. I love it but feel silly that I have that much! I’m trying not to buy anything new BUT Etsy does make it hard with all of those cute fat quarter combos!! Happy sewing.

  2. Lovely fabric! I have a similar problem – I have a hard time passing up a good deal but then getting around to using it sometimes gets to be a challenge. 🙂 But it’s a happy challenge.

  3. Can’t wait to see what you come up with for the fabric! LOVE the owls and the sleeping beauty on the floor!

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