monday monday

Did I mention that I'm designing for The Twinery?  Well I am.

They make lux bakers twine in eleven colors.  I am currently working on my March project and it's coming together quite nicely.  

What is it about twine that we all love so much?

The doll is Birdie's treat we brought home from Chinatown.  It was strange to find a faux kokeshi in Chinatown.  The Asian lines are a little blurred there.  But isn't she cute?

I have several projects I'm working on that will debut in the Fall.  It seems like everything is happening this Fall.  Should be exciting.

In other news, I've been sick so much this Winter that I'm convinced I have mono. I'm going to the doctor, again, to try to get to the bottom of it.

I don't have time in my life for phlegm and headaches and sore throats. 

Sugar Daddy took the kiddos and the dog to the park yesterday while I tried to get some rest.  This is the text he sent me:

"I'm having a hell of a time with this crew. Scrapping and mixing it up."

Clearly, you can see why I love this man.

  

hello dolly

After all these years, I still can't resist a doll.

This is "Stroll" our, I mean Amelie's, first kokeshi.

I guess it's a good thing that I have a doll of my own.

what's mine is yours

merissa

There is always that one Christmas gift that just doesn't quite make it under the tree.

Usually I find it stuffed in the back of my closet, forgotten. Or- I spend most of Christmas day wondering where in the world I hid it so well.

I'm a little crazy that way.


But this year, it wasn't my fault. Birdie's kokeshi doll didn't make it to us in time.

After all, she was coming all the way from Japan.

I decided to start a tradition of buying Amelie a kokeshi every Christmas. Now, I'm not so disillusioned as to think that I'm really doing this for my daughter. I know I am doing it because I personally can't resist them.

Who can?

So sue me.

Some women live their entire life through their kids. Can't I have just this one thing?

I'm thinking "our" little dolly will come today.

I promise to let Birdie hold her for at least a minute before I put her up high, safe and sound.

In my bedroom.