1. Dedushka, my dad, is home from the hospital and doing much better. If you want to leave him a welcome home message, use the comments. Even though he lives a few blocks away, he’s always happy to see pictures of grandchildren and is an avid reader of the blog. (Hey Dad, check the comments, k?).
2. I did the unthinkable: I bought a baby carrier.
It's a boring blue I don't love. I think I may have to bling it out.
After all the carriers I have made, I still found myself in sudden need a soft structured carrier. I set aside time last night to make it, but that was exactly when Sagitta decided that she needed to be awake, too. So this morning I bought a Yamo, because when one flies alone with a toddler, soft-structured is the carrier of choice.
3. Sagitta and I are flying out to Seoul tonight. The kids are going to be with Cloud Man’s folks. After all, what’s life without a little spontaneity?
The day can only be improved by sticking a blue magic marker up your nose.
As the mishna says, the wise person learns from everyone.
It’s oddly beautiful, isn’t it?
I wonder if you can see the North Star directly over it at Solstice.
It looks like the work of an ancient but noble civilization. A civilization that truly understood the importance of pink.
And if anyone can explain why cupcake frosting made of sugar, eggs, cream of tartar, and food coloring abandoned in the back of my fridge for two weeks behaves this way, I would be grateful.
I hate it when the food forgotten in my fridge shows greater intelligence than I could ever hope for.
Because right now I’m a little worried that the denizens of Triangle World have decided that we, The Great Ones Who Open The Refrigerator Door and Let In the Light, are no longer fit to worship and have begun sending out little pink pyramid-shaped spaceships. They are trying to take over.
It's already started. Those are launch points, I tell you.
Our only hope is that the other stuff breeding in the back of my fridge will defeat them.
This is how Lyra gets her summer on.
At Steves’ Salon, of course.
You know what happens when you help them raise their wings?
They fly away.
I really should have seen this coming. We’ve been planning this trip for months, yet seeing Volucris hop into Benny’s taxi with his suitcase behind him still left me stunned. Volucris is going with his grandparents to see family in the USA. He’ll be away for two and a half weeks. I’m really happy for him (and for all the cousins waiting to see him on the other side of the ocean). But those of us still left here miss him terribly already.
Our morning was spent sitting and moping (“But who will play piano with me?” was but one of the laments. The way some people here carried on you’d think we’d accidentally indentured him to pirates and wouldn’t see him again until he was twenty-one).
By afternoon, we were slowly having fun again.
Aquila and Lyra were prepping playsilks for dye, and Sagitta was deeply involved with the dishes in the sink.
I won’t bore you with a tutorial on how to dye your own playsilks, as a simple google search will turn up a bijillion of them, but the basic idea is white square silk scarves + food coloring + vinegar + heat = totally awesome open-ended (and colorfast) toy.
The whole process is lots of fun and very easy.
The scarves dry fast once they are dyed, and the pink one was a headscarf, a blanket, a tallit, royal robes, wings, and a field of flowers within a few minutes of play. It was dizzying, really.
The girls fell in love with this one because it looks like the sky with clouds.
It’s a shame Volucris wasn’t here, though. He’d have turned them all into tanks within seconds.
I do miss that kid.
Volucris is going to visit the States with his grandparents in a few weeks, and he’s bringing his Aunt the Reality TV Star this:
Buckled waist for convenience, long straps for maximum adjustability.
It’s double sided.
You can hardly tell it's the same carrier.
When she sent me these two very different fabrics for use in a single carrier, I was sure that they would fight it out and only scraps of the blue would remain, strewed on the floor, gasping for breath and begging for mercy from those edgy red and orange flowers. If there was ever a take-no-prisoners floral pattern, this is it. Yes somehow they manage to work together, largely because when it’s worn you can only catch the tiniest peak of the other.
With some of the leftover fabric, I made a little bag that’s also double sided, with handles that can snap around the waist of the carrier and a key attachment. It’s just the right size to fit two diapers, a thin container of wipes, and maybe a wallet.
Yeah, the toilet post was more interesting than this one (unless you follow that link above and watch my sister-in-law give birth on national television. That’s at your own risk, though). That illness still has me down. Either that, or my life really is this boring. I’m not complaining, trust me.
And if you’re wondering why the post is titled 802, it’s because I hit publish before I remembered to give it a real name. It’s been that sort of day.