Its hard when you run across what someone you compared yourself with in college. I just found one of the afore-mentioned’s blog, and feel a little like weeping. While I was busy getting married, buying a house and having a baby, it seems that she created a career and her talen. She now surpasses me in many ways. Its like a tiny bitter pill that just sits under your tongue not easily desolved. What am I making of my self other than a bedraggled, diaper changing hous-frau. If this post is gone an hour from now you know my self pride ate me up until I just deleted this.
Waking up under a warm down comforter, with an extra quilt on top, baby and mommy underneath. Cool air streaming through the windows, with remnants of last nights rainstorms in the current. This is truly my favorite season. I am sitting here with a thick wrap-around cardigan and polar fleece blanket over my knees, warm cup of coffee between my arms as my fingers warm on the keyboard. The agenda for the day, a shower, trying to quilt the quilt mom gave me, finishing an audio book and lots of playtime with Zuppa Tuscana soup for supper. Loving life.
and you turn up with a gem like this, not a single scratch. Sometimes a record is so much better, especially when you are listening to Puff the Magic Dragon. It makes you think of beanbags and cordorouy pants. Really it is great, I would suggest this to all. (Just as a side note, on our record it is just a full bleed photo and the kids are in a different arrangement, with “Mary” coming first. The only image I could find was of the CD cover.)
Okay it totally bugs me that the last two squares are empty on the mood board, but after cropping, deleting and saving for two hours I am calling it a night. If you can’t tell inspiration is derived from, Charlie Harper, Vintage Circus and WPA posters. Looks to me like adventure, knowledge and fun. That’s what little boys are made of.