Thursday, February 28, 2013
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Monday, February 25, 2013
Sunday, February 24, 2013
Saturday, February 23, 2013
Friday, February 22, 2013
today is my mother's birthday...but...she hates photos.
more specifically, she hates photos of herself.
even more specifically, she hates when i upload photos of said self.
this is a knife.
Thursday, February 21, 2013
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
lisa came over to return the camera she borrowed with all three of her babies in tow. all three, each one cuter than the next, with personalities so distinctively their own. zoey, the oldest, and sweetest of the bunch, four years wise with playful imagination. aiden, almost three, and full of energy and innocent mischief and smiles so wide you almost miss how very protective he is of his sisters. jade, the baby, just over one years old, is sweet and edible and plush like a living teddy bear. the same height as toots, twice as big, and three times as gentle, i fell in love instantaneously.
this picture i took of her is right after my "only child syndrome" having toddler, not only refused to share her toys, but commenced to snatching any that jade had come upon (indeed, i hung my head in mommy shame). she was so sad and confused. why, she was more than willing to share her own toys and goodies with toots...
|aiden pinching toots because she was being mean to jade.|
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Monday, February 18, 2013
Sunday, February 17, 2013
one of the many rare and vintage artifacts bequeathed to toots and i when my 80+ year old, jewish, neighbor, mrs. sunny, moved.
(she also gave me a shitload of vintage, leather pocketbooks).
this is actually the first time i took her out of the frayed and decaying cardboard box she came in. both, it, and the tissue paper placed inside of it, has turned yellow from age. the doll, herself (whom i have yet to name), was dusty and missing one of her earrings, but all else remained in tact. the brass jewelry, in need of heavy polishing, still regal and glimmering despite its dulled shine. she wears a green handkerchief on her head, which i imagine speaks to the period of time she was created, and less of her status quo. at first glance i thought her a gypsie. reading the small writing on the box lends me a clue to her identity. she was birthed in italy. with bright blue eyes and thick, dark locks, and skin, both, brown and pail, alike, i'm leaning towards italian...early 1900's...
Saturday, February 16, 2013
with all of the "running around like a chicken with my head cut off" chaos that comes with toddlers and birthdays and gifts and decorations, i didn't, quite, have the time to take any real photos during toots party (that was supposed to be just cake and ice-cream). in fact, if it wasn't for my friend, kim, i wouldn't have any pictures of the monumental moments you're supposed to get as a mother, to assure future cooing when your sweet, tiny toddler becomes a hormone controlled teen. these are just a few that i was able to get early on, pre-party madness...
|vegan cupcakes made by sayeeda.|
|my older brother, supreme. toots ADORES him something fierce.|