Our sixth grandchild, Rowen, turned three years old yesterday. We had her birthday party on Saturday. Her mother threw her an amazing unicorn party. She made unicorn cupcakes, piñata, unicorn poop (marshmallows) for appetizers, unicorn snot (slime with sparkles), she even painted a unicorn selfie spot on the mirror over their mantle, even though my photo of it doesn’t quite give the full effect. It was all so cute, and Rowen was thrilled.
A few months ago we were in Michael’s when the Halloween decorations first came out. Rowen picked up a skeleton bride doll and wanted it dearly. It was totally inappropriate for a three-year-old in regards to safety so her mother asked if I would make her one for her birthday. I made her out of felt, and then needle felted the face and bones. I really like the way she turned out and best of all, Rowen loved her. She also received the dress I was knitting for her and her cousin which I posted about last month. It’s a little big, but wearable. And at three that’s probably a good thing.
We kept her and her brother Jools overnight the night before the party. One of our activities was to make ghost puppets. It is such an easy project but at 3 and 4 years old it was a little more difficult than I thought it would be for them. Even so, they enjoyed playing with them.
I’ve started knitting for Christmas, but it’s currently hard for me to be enthused about it. I could say the same thing about the book I’m reading. I had been on the hold list for Bob Woodward’s book at the library since it came out. Now that I’m into it, I have to continually remind myself that what I’m reading is not fiction. Maybe one of the reasons it’s bothering me so much is that we’re less than two weeks out from the midterms and I’m so desperate for change that I don’t need to be reminded of even more reasons to be so. Never the less, I’ll persist!
The other book is another I had waited a long time for from the library. The Lost Words by Robert MacFarlane is a gorgeous book. It’s a children’s book, but I really can’t see any of my eight grandchildren engaging with it. But for anyone who enjoys poetry and beautiful watercolors, it’s magic.
After the sleepover, then the party on Saturday afternoon and into the wee morning hours on Sunday, and then another twelve hours on Sunday, we printed, cut, bundled and delivered to volunteers ready to address and sign 3000 postcards we are sending out to unaffiliated voters. We are working hard on our final push to get out the vote. I hope we will be rewarded for all of our hard work these last months on Election Day.
P.S. A few weeks ago I came across yet another abandoned sofa dumped on the side of the road. I had to include it here since my blog holds my collection of photos of other abandoned sofas. Is this a just a rural Kansas
