Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Wind surfers were the only ones on the beach this evening, it was so windy. (Though I'm sure Anne, Peter, and Carmen were out there somewhere.) Tom and I retreated to the Coastal Trail and then I took the long way home down the Great Highway, where I snapped this picture.

Monday, March 30, 2015

Today's favorite sketch.

Thursday, March 26, 2015

My Favorite Kind of Camping

Aggles sitting by the firepit outside our fancy hotel.

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Goodbye!

I'm off for a 2-day hiatus with Aggles.

Sunday, March 22, 2015

Sidewalk Chalk

Walking home on 47th Avenue

Friday, March 20, 2015

Celebrating Lucille's 91st birthday

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Walking home I passed this mysterious door. It makes me want to write a story about the small person who lives inside, and the tiny tree he's trying to grow.

Monday, March 16, 2015

Dog Books I Love

Barbara & Larry sent this funny tea leaf infuser. So this afternoon I gulped a cup of gunpowder green and took a look at some dog books.

I love the way Jesse Hartland draws. The book in the photo is called Clementine in the City. It's about a big black poodle (Jesse's own) who moves to the big city. After Clementine buys a pair of the best boots in town, she  has adventure after adventure. (True, that's usually what happens when you buy the best boots in town.)

Three other dog books from my shelf that I love: Martha Speaks by Susan Meddaugh, Amandina by Sergio Ruzzier, and of course Higgledy Pigglety Pop! or There Must Be More to Life by Maurice Sendak.

Saturday, March 14, 2015

Drips

on the sea wall 

Wednesday, March 11, 2015

A new carpet to sweep things under.

Tuesday, March 10, 2015

Just Say No

If your hairline is receding, your barber often will think you want bangs.

Saturday, March 07, 2015

Simplicity

In 8th grade I took Home Ec. If you were a girl, you had to. That’s where I met Cathy Rye, so at least one good thing came out of it.

We made brownies in Home Ec. But did we even get to sample them? No. The bell rang before the oven timer buzzed, so Mrs. Witherspoon got to take them home.

We spent a week on hairstyles, like the best way to wear your hair if you wore glasses. (Soft and somewhat fluffy, but brushed back from the face.)

But the most dismal Home Ec project of all was making shifts. We had to buy a Simplicity pattern at Woolworth’s and a couple yards of fabric at Jo-Ann’s. When spring arrived, there would be a fashion show in the auditorium and we would model our shifts.

My mom gave me some money. I bought the Simplicity pattern. But then before I could get out the door, I spent the rest of my money on record albums and candy. The Doors, Revolver, and some Butterfingers and Raisinets.

When I got home I dug around in the basement and found an oilcloth/thin linoleum rug rolled up, one that used to lie under my sister’s crib. So I took that to Home Ec along with my Simplicity pattern. The rug was glossy on one side—I liked that! and it was decorated with multicolored dachshunds. The only problem was that I broke one sewing machine after another because––well, I don’t think our sewing machines were made for linoleum. I ended up having to finish the armholes by hand with yarn, and to punch holes with an ice pick for every stitch.

The day of the fashion show I wore my favorite pink and chartreuse knee socks and borrowed my cousin’s red patent leather heels. I slid the shift over my head. It didn’t have a nice drape; it was more like a tube. But it was shiny. When it was my turn to go, Cathy buckled Sigmund’s collar with the little red heart around my neck and led me down the runway to the tune of “Good Day Sunshine."

On my report card I ended up with an F in Home Ec but it was easy to change that F to a B before my mom saw it.