Sunday, April 26, 2015
Saturday, April 25, 2015
To be honest I felt a little self-conscious today taking photos with anything other than a phone as all of the little girls in Sophie's dance class got ready to get professional portraits. We moms were all posing our girls and Instagramming away, including myself. I had already taken some photos at home for my 365 (which I have accepted as an every other day thing at this point). But oh, the cuteness. The little feet, the up-do's, the lines of girls in a cloud of frothy sparkles. I had to capture it to the best of my ability, and since my camera bag has become my everyday bag, it was right there.
I felt equally out of place later breaking out my camera at Olga's at lunch time, but we were at a table by the window, and it was as hard to resist my peanuts' sparkling eyes as it was that line of tutus. I'm glad I shut down the "Who do you think you are?" mean girl in my head. Or maybe I'm glad I answered her.
Wednesday, April 8, 2015
When I was little, probably Michael and Sophie's age, my dad would come home from work and ask, "What did you do today? Rip and chip and cut and paste?" I hadn't thought of that in a long time. Then Sophie started spending afternoons drawing on scraps of paper, cutting them into pieces with scissors, taping them to walls, tables, and magazines. Then I remembered.