At least it's working for someone.

Katherine passed on a "You make my day" award, which is incredibly sweet.

But, since she mentioned how it was the more tawdry details of my life that cheered her up, I figured I'd just add some more.

The stripy sweater? Well, after nearly finishing the hood without a pattern, I tried it on Thing 3. It's too . . . puffy. He looks like a striped marshmallow head. So much for me thinking I can just figure out a hood. I'm going to have to dig up a pattern from some other sweater and redo. The thought makes me feel less than brilliant.

I finally got my dining room painted with the first coat, which isn't actually what's showing in the picture. it's greener, less blue. I'm thrilled. Daughter #1 and husband both say it's too dark. I keep asking, "Too dark for what?" and have as of yet received no answer. We do neither tatting nor brain surgery at the dining table, and there's enough light to spill milk and refuse to eat anything another sibling has described as "yucky." Thing 1 just said it's going to look like a room in some old mansion somewhere rather than a "modern Victorian house." Keep in mind this house was built in the 1880s.

[This color will have dark purply-blue trim. -Thing 1]


At yoga yesterday I was carefully lifting my legs over my head in a triangle head stand when my legs tipped over and I had to make a forward roll to keep from crashing down. Fortunately, it wasn't the kind of day where it was all mats on the floor -- I had room to roll without hitting a better-balanced student. Unfortunately, I managed to sprain my right ring finger knuckle. So I sat there trying not to say, "Ow ow ow" and just felt like an idiot.

I still do.

Thing 4 reported today that she was a "Ma-ah-ah-auve and red" giraffe. When Thing 1 pointed out that these were unusual giraffe colors, she said haughtily, "I'm not really a giraffe."

The she leaned close to her big sister's ear and whispered, "I'm really a dragon."

So there.