The Perfect Angle

17 01 2011

I’ve noticed my blogs been slightly visually boring lately, so here you go: redheaded cuteness to brighten your day.

I love a little boy in rocket ship pajamas.

This is a new thing . . . the head tilt when he notices the camera.

Almost got one before he turned his head.

This one almost looks like he’s in pain. Hey, a camera! Look at me! I’m smiling!

I guess it beats the last 3 1/2 years of completely ignoring the camera, though.

Excuse me while I go eat some toddler neck. (This is a good shot for that. MmmMm.)

And Speaking of Sewing on Sunday–

16 01 2011

I made a Snuggie.

Rainbow (of course it would be Rainbow) asked for a Snuggie for Christmas. And I said (of course I would say this), “I’m not paying twenty bucks for something I can make!”

Equally, of course, I didn’t get it finished in time for Christmas. But, hey! It’s still January! Not bad.

I just made the pattern up, and I wasn’t quite sure about the neck hole. I was facing the opposite direction when I heard a sort of kerfuffle behind me. I turned and saw a headless Snuggie writhing around on my bed.

Right. Head hole too small.

But that picture in my head will, I’m sure, continue to delight me for days to come.

My Anti-Resolutions

12 01 2011

I’ve been meaning to write this post for a couple of weeks, now, but then I thought, “Wait. If I’m going all anti-establishment anyway, why worry about getting them up in time for the new year?” (I love it when I find a perfectly good excuse to be lazy.)

Without further ado (also known as long-winded and far-fetched excuses), may I present my Anti-Resolutions for 2011:

  1. I will not forget how good I feel when I eat good food, exercise, and get enough sleep. (Hm. That sounds too ‘normal resolution-y’ for me. Step it up, Jones!)
  2. I will not hesitate to make bald-guy jokes to my brother. He is bald. He knows he is bald. He can take it.
  3. I will not make excuses. (Except in my blog.)
  4. I will not neglect my talents.
  5. I will not forget who I am.

How about you? What aren’t you going to do this year?

What? I say, what?

9 01 2011

I think a good third of my time during church lessons is spent debating whether or not my thoughts are coherent enough to risk raising my hand and putting them into words. I end up contributing to the discussion pretty rarely.

Today, though, I raised my hand during our lesson on the Sabbath Day without fully thinking things through, and ended up making a strange statement that had no specific end or beginning, and the middle wasn’t that great, either. Not that I have to make amazing comments all the time, but I do try and have them at least make sense. The point, I fear, was generally lost.

The discussion started with someone quoting the adage about sewing on the Sabbath. Perhaps you know it:

Every stitch you sew on Sunday, you’ll have to pick out with your nose.

Personally, I’d never heard it and got a pretty good laugh. However, after that we started discussing merits and demerits of doing crafts on Sunday. Brigham Young was mentioned.

I feel pretty strongly about creating things. I raised my hand without marshalling my thoughts together, so it came out badly. Unconnectedly.

Of course, after I got home I had everything lined up nicely in my brain. Here’s what I meant to say:

There’s no use making a blanket statement about sewing or drawing or writing or any other type of craft on Sunday. Personally, I find creative work stimulating and relaxing at the same time. During the week (especially for those who have jobs they go to) our minds are focused on other things, different types of things. The point of Sabbath is to rest from our labors, and to bring us closer to God. If creating something does this for you, then it’s not breaking the Sabbath.

The sister who raised her hand after me put it in a great nutshell, though. She said,

“As soon as whatever you’re doing starts to become work, stop doing it.”

I’m interested in what you have to say, dear blog readers. Any thoughts?

New Year, New Opportunity

2 01 2011

Happy New Year, everyone! I hope you’re all recovered from staying up late and eating party food. A friend of mine posted anti-resolutions–which I loved–so I’m considering doing the same. It’s something that’s going to take some thinking on, though, so I’ll to get that done later. I’ve also got a couple more posts on family food culture brewing–one on holiday food traditions, and one on the food culture I’m passing on to my children. Exciting, no?

Today, though, is my first post on the ANWA Founder and Friends blog. I’ve belonged to the American Night Writers Association for a couple of years now, and I’m excited for the opportunity to be a part of their blogging team. You can find my post here.

What I didn’t mention in that post is that half of the time I mis-type the name of my awesome Christmas gift this way:

The Chicago Manuel of Style

And then, when I change it, I always laugh at the picture in my head of some Hispanic fashionista (I’m strongly reminded of Mondo from Project Runway) in Chicago named Manuel.

He should totally have a blog.