I keep forgetting to photograph my creative endeavours lately. There have been the cakes and muffins and crisps that we set upon before I can think to grab a camera. There were four pairs of boot cuffs for the girls, which would have looked nice in photos, but they’re both off here, there and everywhere, living their lives instead of posing patiently while I take pictures of their ankles. I just finished a pair of wool slippers for myself, but didn’t even bother trying to photograph my own feet because I can just imagine how unimpressive that would look.
But I did think to get a shot of Charlotte’s most recent masterpiece:
The Pickle Bouquet. A Valentine’s Day gift for her friends.
I want one, but with chocolates.
Glen and I went with Foster to The Look Off yesterday morning so he could paint with the Annapolis Valley Plein Air group and we could enjoy the view.
Here he is, hard at work:
And here’s the finished product:
I had the full posse accompaniment on an artist-scouting trip to the South Shore last Saturday and managed this snap of the fine young people who make me a mother.
(P.S. Graves Island Provincial Park is a lovely place for a spring walk in the woods.)
Here’s a wet-haired Anna with the scarf she knitted – all on her own – for Papa (my Dad) for Christmas. She made one for Jam (my Mom) too, out of a beautiful hand-painted alpaca blend, but it got away before I could snap a picture. There were a lot of handmade things exchanged here during my one month Journey into the Heart of Darkness (the, um, cold) so maybe we should have a photo session this afternoon.
The good news for Anna is that both Papa and Jam loved their scarves. So much, in fact, that Papa has requested a matching toque. Hmpf. He’s never requested a knitted anything from me.
Has it already been three weeks since Halloween? What’s that? It’s been more than three weeks?
Then I guess it’s too late to show you this:
Here’s Anna as The Most Familiar Sight in Nova Scotia. She even made the sign herself — with a little help from her Dad. Pretty good, huh?
Is it too late to show you this?
This is Foster as Captain Rex (from Star Wars, duh) in a costume made entirely by Foster and
me his father. It’s amazing what I they can do with some cardboard and an x-acto knife.
So it’s definitely too late to show you this:
Charlotte’s starring turn in Anne of Green Gables: The Musical in ten years is a given, wouldn’t you say?
The Boy Wonder No! I made the braids—me me me, not Whatshisname who tries to hog all the glory—and even went the extra mile to turn them into a hat so that (1) it would provide some warmth under the straw hat during trick-or-treating and (2) could be worn on its own for the rest of the winter. Genius, I know. I only mention it so you can see how humble I am about it. My genius, I mean.
I went as A Woman Who Generally Dislikes Halloween, but Walks Around the Neighbourhood With Her Children for Two Hours Anyway and Is Not-So-Secretly Hoping to Be Compensated in Mini Chocolate Bars. No costume required.
My baby boy is all grown up into a lumberjack.
A pensive lumberjack.