I’ve always wished I knew the Thriller dance, and thought that someday I might learn it. But now I see that I really need to learn the Hammer dance.
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Look what I found on our clothes line this morning!
The tiniest laundry you ever did see.
Little bandanas, blowing in the breeze.
And wee tiny jeans!
*Oops – I mean action figures.
Not everyone’s mother documents their first time. I am lucky.
As I am still reeling from NPR’s ridiculous assertation (which may not be a word) that China’s one child law is directly responsible for the rash of internet gaming addicts (no discussion! No evidence! Just a leap!), today I’ll be sharing those pictures.
These were taken on September 15, 1994. I was 16 years old.
Here is a before shot:
I’d shaved my head with #2 clippers two months earlier.
Phase one:
No, I don’t have any idea what I’m wearing. Clearly something I don’t mind spilling bleach on.
Phase one, complete:
And styled:
It is a safe assumption that this picture was taken while I was bouncing around the house singing, “Cause I’m a blonde, yeah yeah yeah!”
Phase two:
That one is scary. Moving along…
The finished look:
And that, friends, is the first time I dyed my hair with Manic Panic. (What were you expecting?)
We are so very fortunate to have some of my old Powell House friends living nearby now. We spend nearly every day with them and Sam is learning so much by example. Just watching the bigger kids is amazing for him.
On Monday Andrea re-potted some flowers and planted some seeds, and she showed Sam how to help her.
She gave him dirt in a container small enough for his hands.
He poured it into the pot.
He made sure to get it all in.
And then he asked for more.
On Saturday we went to a house with a giant salt water pool.
Do you see that, in the deep end? Here, look closer:
Someone is a little fish. Or froggy, as the case may be.
You’ve already seen this one:
But you haven’t seen the horse who lives there:
I was going to make this the Picture of the Day but I had to ask: when did my kid turn 20?
Doesn’t have quite the same ring to it as Photoshop Friday (or is it Phriday?) but it’ll do.
I’ve been wanting to try this tutorial for some time now, and I finally found a photo that seemed right for conversion to Lomo style.
Here is the original:
And here is the finished product:
Will wondered what the purpose of Lomo photography is. For me, it’s simply an aesthetic I like. This one is far from perfect. The original photo is not very sharp and the colors are not very bright, both of which would have improved the doctored version significantly. But I am really happy with it nonetheless. And naturally I’ll be trying again. And again, and again, and again…
I don’t need no stinkin’ Chicago. (And if I am remembering rightly from my two summers in Chicago, I do mean stinkin’.) Seriously, I am not at all envious. Not one little bit.
This morning we had beignets and chicory coffee with Katherine.
Since the most recent picture of me and Katherine together is from February of 2002, we tried to take an updated record of the fact that we are, occasionally, in the same place at the same time. Most of them came out like this:
Helloooooo, dorks! (Actually, Katherine looks gorgeous.)
So we fired our cameraman and got this one of ourselves:
A little blurry, but I like it.
After Katherine and Tom left to head back north, we went to visit with Andrea and celebrate Eamon’s sixth birthday. Will and Eamon played in the pool and built Playmobil armies and had a splendid time. Sam is in looooooove with Andrea but not so much with the pool.
(Not pictured: Sam’s discontented yells.)
The day ended with me feeling like I’d been partying all night. I only had two glasses of wine and some birthday cake. I think the cake did me in.
Sam too.
…All done.
Admit it. You’re just here for the cute boys.
