Friday Pictures

Good Gawd this has been the longest week ever. (Do I say that every Friday?) I gave my pitch today - it didn't go bad. But, things won't be immediately changed. But, at least I did SOMETHING. It actually makes me feel SO MUCH BETTER.

I'm reading a most awesome book called Crashing Through - A True Story of Risk, Adventure, and the Man that Dared to See by Robert Kurson. I don't usually read non-fiction - but my dad recommended this one completely. I'm totally loving this book - my father is blind and met the man (Mike May) this book is about a couple of years ago when they were out visiting us. I don't even really want to tell you what it's about because I won't be able to do it justice and I will just make it sound boring. It's actually an amazingly inspiring book. The basic premise of the entire book is "I have to try." He lives very close to us - I'm considering asking for a meeting with him - just because.

Anyway, the title of this post is Friday Pictures, so I'll give you pictures:

This was taken after testing on Tuesday. Besides Bubba's terribly chapped lips, I really really like this picture - I only think it's because I felt really happy when this was snapped.



I think that I mentioned that a friend/president of baton board/super seamstress is giving me sewing lessons. She is teaching me how to sew a leotard - it should be pretty simple. It's only two pieces. But, I've never worked with stretchy fabric (especially stretchy velvet). And I'm mostly a quilter and not a clothing sewer. She taught me how to measure Prissy and alter the pattern. So, we'll see how it goes. I still have to sew the pieces together and add ELASTIC!!!!



While I was cutting out the pattern pieces, Oreo decided to help. She seems to always want to sit right.in.the.middle of what we are working on.



And once the pieces were cut, she had to try them out.



But, just one piece wasn't good enough - she had to try them BOTH out.



You know, as I was getting ready to hit the publish post button, I realized that I have more pictures of the cat than I do of the kids. What does that say of me as a mother?