Hello, there

Well, hi. I don't really know where I've been. I haven't said anything here for several days and that's rather surprising. There have been things I thought of writing and just didn't. There have been things I thought were interesting and it turned out that they weren't. Sometimes you just don't have much to say. And I don't really suppose that's changed much, but - here's the odd thing about blogging - I feel compelled to check in, say hi and give you the rundown of our weekend anyway.
Saturday's art show went well. It was a Family Fun Fair sponsored by the Lakeland Women's Club or something like that. They have art on display from students around town and little activities and crafts set up.
Emma's selected piece was a bit of torn paper work depicting an astronaut with a jaunty ponytail:


A couple of her friends also had pieces on display. It was very fun to run into them while they were all wearing their "Featured Artist" name badges and feeling important. Also, there was a juice-and-cookies reception. It does not get better than that.
Later on Saturday, I endured the pageant birthday party. They had a girl come in and do hair and makeup for the "contestants" and Emma got glittery green hair spray. She was awfully proud of that. Here she is in full regalia, makeup, an old Lapis slip dress (that I found ages ago at a thrift store for a steal) and full-on stilettos from Nana (whose grown-up feet are the same size as Em's 8-year-old ones, so the hand-me-downs are deliciously fun)

The scarf was an add-on of her own choosing. She also wanted a brooch and some costume jewelry. When I suggested that might be too many accessories, she replied, "You can never have too many accessories!" Of course. I should have known.
Here she is on the runway. She was Miss California - "Starr Golden."

She had a pretty good time, but I did not. I don't know that I've ever been in a room with more fake boobs. I don't mean to come off like some self-righteous hippie. I just mean, you know, it wasn't my crowd. Having my second grader shake her booty on-stage to a song called "Nasty Girl" isn't my idea of fun.
Sunday afternoon was spent with my bestie, a chick flick and a tasty bottle of wine, and no children. That did much to heal the party damage.
I am knitting furiously and will update one and all with an entertaining and shocking tale from my knitting basket soon. I just hope to have a few photos and a little more information before I bare my yarn-y soul to you.
I guess there was more to say than I thought!

DAILY BLISS: strawberry jam, made by my dear friend, eaten by the spoonful. no need for bread, thanks.