Dress to Impress

The brief for this dress-to-impress day somewhat facetiously mentioned top hats and bow ties.

Corinne: "Say less."

That her father owns both a bowler hat and a pink bowtie was as taken for granted as the fact that he would lend them to her without question. 

Susan, on the other hand, is quietly terrified of anything that would make her stand out. But the wrap I got in Paris Disney along with my black beret fit the bill perfectly because "it's fancy, but it's also kind of like I'm hiding."

I, for one, am very impressed. 

Bless me, Blogger, for I have sinned.

Bless me, Blogger, for I have sinned. It has been eight years since my last post. 

Eight years of little girl giggles and messes. Eight years of wondering if I'm doing this right, while feeling sure that I'm not. Eight years of absolute certainty that whether I get it right or not, these two little beans are the best things I'll ever do.

Two weeks ago, on a day off from school, I suggested we take a girls trip to a local bakery and then the library. I can't decide which made me happier: their squeals of delight at the idea of spending time with me or their insistence that for such an important occasion only their favorite dresses would do--dresses I made them, but which my daughters treat like haute couture.

And then on Monday this week, the eldest decided it would be totally reasonable to turn eleven. Eleven, I tell you! 

So we threw her a little "cozy crafting party" with five of her best friends. I'm not sure I recommend teaching a bunch of fifth graders how to hand sew a stuffed mouse, but the stamped journals and the pressed flowers luminaries and the beaded sun catchers went off without a hitch. 

And as I discovered on her second birthday, after I toiled away at a five-layer rainbow cake that she utterly detested, Susan is still not a fan of cake. Donuts, on the other hand, are perfectly acceptable.

Nota bene: Susan is worried that the tooth fairy might be overworked. Have you ever lost a tooth and then been so worried the tooth fairy won't see it that you stage an elaborate lighting set-up for it? No? Just Susan things, then.