Skirts and Scolds and Swims

I'm going through watching-athletic-competition-on-TV withdrawals in a bad way.  How am I supposed to feel vicariously strong and fast now that the Olympics are over? Go to bed before 1am, you say?  I guess.

The hours and hours of screen time haven't stopped me from getting other stuff done (much).

I've been making maxi skirts out of thrifted knits. Have we talked about how I love maxis? Or any clothing that feels like pajamas but is socially acceptable to wear all day and outside?  Why normal fabric stores don't sell patterned knit fabric is baffling to me. I've also been having 4-year-olds take pictures of me in my skirts.  You can see how well that worked out. 

I've also taken a large chunk of time to wallow and feel bad about my limitations.  I moan about how easy life and business and parenting would be if only I weren't so awful at all the things that are necessary for being successful (I'm an idea person...execution is not my thing).  But that only served to dig the hole deeper.  My husband pulled me out by text-yelling this to me just when I needed to hear it.    

I took my girlie to her first swimming lesson.  This felt like a big milestone to me.

Now we go swimming most days, and I take lots of pictures of her looking tiny in the blue. So if you need me, I'll be by the pool until fall sets in.


(Remember how I teach art classes to small folk? And remember how I promised to show you some of that? Come back tomorrow for that...I promise for real this time.)