Temptation's Progress

Bwah-ha-ha-ha ... the evil mother trades lunch money for sweater modeling!

And doesn't she look fine in her brother's boxers?

Beyond Me

It is simply beyond my abilites to collect. Anything. I used to tell myself that if I were to collect anything, it would be teapots. Now I am the proud owner of this beautiful (astounding, actually) set:

and all I see when I look at those tiny cups and saucers is clutter. And a possible lead poisoning hazard. So I packed them away, because containers are the answer to all clutter, yes? As long as it's in a color-coordinated container, I can bear their existence.

Hand-painted  vase, anyone? I have one somewhere, in one of these boxes ...

Ode to Temptation

I love this sweater.

Love.

If this sweater belonged to some else, I would covet it and want it for my own; but it is mine, all mine.

Lovely, silken hand, gentle drape, wonderful tomato sauce with flecks of tweedish sludge color, shapely shoulders, subtle neckline.

If only my blog had feel-o-vision, you too would be tempted, I assure you.

Noah: The Real Story

As has been mentioned, my Noah is one of the cutest beings ever! He's also a bit of a clown and I think I owe him this:

That's right. One afternoon we were on our way to swim lessons (about 100 yards to the right of this photo spot) and I asked him to put on a 100% wool sweater, despite the 80+ degree weather. He didn't put up a bit of fuss and struck this silly, 100% Noah-Style pose. And then I fiddled with the sweater, made him put his hands out of the sleeves, etc. and snapped the photo I used in the "Ready for Arcata" entry. But this folks, THIS is the real Noah.

Ready for Arcata