I had tasty breakfast with Mariko on Sunday and then we hit Fabric Depot afterwords. I got these Valentine themed fabrics, two of which were used on the Aunt Sarah dolls. And thanks for the love on that project-they are so fun to have around the house. It is really hysterical seeing Aunt Sarah "sick" and going to the "hospital" so much. I sure hope she feels better soon.
I have no idea yet what I will do with these fabrics, but had to get them-so there you go.
And as you can see from the NW blogging contingency, we got some snow here. Big news. The city all but shuts down-there are no plows here and it's a mad house. But we had milk, eggs, cheese, and freshly baked monkey bread before the storm came, so we are all good. (But now, the monkey bread is gone.) The girls have only been eating snow for the last 24 hours anyway. (Which means you know who was eating the monkey bread.)
And I had one of those mommy pride/crying moments last week. Big big stuff. I never realized how anxious you can feel, as a parent, introducing something to your kids for the first time that meant so much to you when you were little. Like something that was super important, life affirming, and nothing short of pure magic, possibly something that holds the meaning of life, and can make sense of the world-and when I was about Sadie's age, that thing for me was disco music, specifically, ABBA. I put on the double vinyl of The Hits last week for them for first time, and was just trying to play it cool. I started with Dancing Queen, of course, and then, to make it impossible to not feel the disco love, Take a Chance on Me. The double whammy. I didn't plan it, not really, but as I put the record on, my palms were sweating. If they didn't like it, that would be it. They don't really go back to stuff if the first impression isn't good. The song started and Sadie just looked at me, smiled big, and said "It's about dancing!" grabbed a scarf and danced her heart out. Miss Delia did the same thing of course, but it was more like running in circles. Later, Sadie told Grammie all about Take a Tatch on Me (it took us a while to understand what she was talking about) and I was as proud as the parent of the kid who hits the winning home run.
I have heard that Mama Mia is going to be made into a movie, but I don't know if I can see it because to me, Abba is about one thing only, roller skating. I am fully prepared to accept the girls might not like rollerskating, at least not yet. . .but when they do try, you can bet I will be there with glow sticks, high-top skates with big purple pom-poms on the toes, and a slew of disco music for them at the ready. And then maybe they will get an Abba-Zaba candy bar afterward.
