– When I checked in last week I lamented the sad state of my sick family. The three of them passed a cold back and forth like a lively game of ping pong. I cared for each in their turn over a period of a month and never so much as sneezed. I thought maybe I had been inoculated through exposure when the sore throat started. I ended up with the worst case of all. I sound like the first actor to play Dumbledore, if he at first were to gargle on shards of glass. One night Anthony and I texted our whole conversation even though we were in the same room because I couldn’t even manage hoarse squeaks. I feel like as a family we’ve been recovering from one ordeal or another since Anthony went in for surgery in December. It’s been at least one thing every month, if not two. So, guess who’s getting flu shots this year? Everybody in this damn family, that’s who.
– Elias woke up for one of his fuss ‘n feeds last week and it took longer than usual to get him back down to sleep. In our family we cosleep, with Elias in our bed and Isobel in her toddler bed that sits at the foot of ours. She woke up during the in the scuffle and after Anthony got Elias back down to sleep she remained awake singing Let It Go softly for fifteen minutes until she drifted back to sleep, too.
– I am addicted to what Anthony refers to as “granny sweaters” – cozy, comfy things that are knitted or crocheted in neutral colors and often featuring large wooden buttons. Costco has a lovely, long-length button-less version right now and I’m all about it.
– Earlier this week Isobel asked me what day it was. Monday, I replied. “Oh good,” she said, “Monday is the day I listen to you!” It’s nice of her to give me one whole day out of the week, isn’t it?
– Isobel has her first school photos tomorrow and I’m filled with anticipation. Nearly all of my school photos are terrible. I hope she avoids my fate. Speaking of school, her brush with this virus resulted in her first school day absence. When the school robo-called me to inform me of absence procedures, the machine pronounced her name AYE-SO-BULL which is a totally new and creative way to butcher her name. Sorry, kid. There’s only so much you can do about robots.
– Elias is going to start crawling any minute now. He’s figured out how to maneuver his chubby, roly-poly baby self in circles and his latest feat is rolling.
– I’ve seen an episode of American Pickers but (although I tried) couldn’t work up any enthusiasm about it. I found it boring. While Netflix binging during my cold, however, I watched the first season of Auction Hunters and found it to be much more entertaining. First of all, it co-stars Allen Haff, whom I remember and loved from his Clean House days: “My mother is an antiques dealer. My father was a car salesman. And they had me: the ultimate weapon in buying storage units.” When he describes himself like this, how can you resist? Add to this the thrill of going through piles of junk in abandoned storage units and it makes for great sick-day watching. I’m kind of shocked at the amount of guns they find, actually, and most of them aren’t in a safe.
Little Big Collection: Vintage Dinner Plates. I have always wanted to have a collection of mismatched vintage dinner plates.
Follow Friday: Stefalynda Reunion. Friends reunite with a local coffee shot for a night of music and Very Important Tweets.
Scrapbook: Gangnam Style by the Pool. I just wanted to take photos on her last day of lessons. It turned into a dance party.
Snapshot 09.12.14. There is an important lesson about marshmallows here.
Thrift Store Gore: The Feeder (For People). As opposed to the hugely successful The Feeder (Not For People).
Little Big Collections: Wrapping Paper. Gorgeous handmade and vintage papers.
Follow Friday: Cozy. We aren’t anywhere near fall where I live. I’m just dreaming. Very Important Tweets.
26 DIY Halloween Tutorials. The season is upon us.
Yahweh, Age 5. God enjoys Lego (not surprised).
“I still regret not buying this mug at Goodwill.” The best Thrift Store Gore always results in regret.
Man changes name from ‘Jose’ to ‘Joe,’ gains job interviews. WTF is wrong with people?
Dog eats nearly 44 socks. (Don’t worry, he is okay).
Spent my day photoshopping pics of myself into stock photography. I want to do this.
Follow Friday: Giant Yardsale. My love letter to the internet, plus gorgeous photos of vintage goodness.
Thrift Store Score: Dollhouse/Treehouse. I still get emails about this one.
Scrapbook: Goodbye Summer. Life was so good.
Snapshot. That heirloom tomato salad, tho.
Scrapbook: Bag lady. Everything has value. Everything has worth.
Scrapbook: Bucket head. She looks so round and baby-like!
Follow Friday: Holding Hands. I loved meeting up with friends at the farmer’s market.
Thrift Store Gore: Buy Rite. That place is always packed with merch, customers, and gore.