"Where's dad?"

When I say "where's dad?" with a quick cunning voice the girls immediately rush to the window in search of him. They look this way and that and if he is not there they settle back down. If he is home, they run to the door and wait anxiously for him to unlock the door and come in. They love him ever so much.

Red

park

I miss the park. I used to go a lot years ago. I would bring a blanket, books, my journal and a cold drink. Set it all out in my favorite spot, in the middle of an area that was sunk in that I liked to call the "cereal bowl". I would read and soak in the sun and feel comfortable and at home among the trees and green.

Goodies from the backyard

button

I won this vintage cigar box full of buttons on Ebay a few weeks ago. It finally arrived in the mail last week. I love it. The buttons span from the 1940s to the 1970s. I'm excited to make things with them. T-shirts with buttons, canvases with buttons in cute designs, button mobiles, scrapbook pages. Did I tell you I love buttons? Well, I do.

Camille

Amelia's new nickname: Camille

Amelia's new game: Running outside through the garage and then instantly wanting to come in through the dining rooms sliding glass door. Her very secret exciting route of entry. The only way to stop her is to leave her outside for half the morning. Something she enjoys especially when she is with the fluffy-barky Isabelle.

Ring

Here is my cutest little vintage ring. I absolutely adore it. It is so tiny I can hardly feel it on my finger, yet so detailed and interesting to look at. I couldn't get a good picture of it as it is so small, so this was the best I could do.