Dig, Dream, Drool
so first of all, turns out, my kid was wearing shoes that were a size and a half too small. also, she wears an extra-wide. not wide. extra-wide. also, this nearly happened:
but i stopped myself. she currently owns one pair of shoes that fit – and they are silver, sparkly, toms. that’s great, but not so practical. clearly i’ve got to do some online shoe shopping.
i just happen to have figs and goat cheese in my fridge right now – THESE SANDWICHES are calling my name
all this kiddo shoe talk has me wanting a few new pairs of my own – THESE BOOTS could work with pants or a dress
a peak into the MODERN MIKVEH – the mikveh that i visited before my wedding is actually profiled (mayyim hayyim in MA). i absolutely adored my time there and treasure my memories of that day as one of my most treasured life experiences. i should write about that…check back soon.
love ‘em ALL
in completely random, this came out of nowhere news – i was listening to npr yesterday afternoon and heard a story on ALL THINGS CONSIDERED about listening to your parents’ music. this guy and his dad were on talking about THE WHITE ALBUM, and how albums are meant to have a set order and, well, i’ve decided i want a record player. of course, i have no records, but that’s besides the point. my dad has a pretty awesome collection, that i’m fairly certain he doesn’t really listen to anymore, so i could start by picking through some of his, the next time i’m in westport. i have the most clear memories of sitting on the floor of my parents’ aqua bedroom, after my first couple of summers at camp, shocked and awed that we could possibly have some of the same musical preferences. they also had quite a few kid records that i’d just love to play for EBN. we have a corner in our living room/kitchen that would just perfect for a smaller record stand and player. i picture lot’s of early morning and late afternoon sing alongs in our future. dance parties can still be reserved for britney and gaga.
this weekend mama is getting her hairs did. and we may swing by the chili cook-off, no promises.
wishing you the very best!