Lovelihood

I pulled out some mightily stale balloons to get a heads up on Eastering. To say that my cheeks are sore is a gross understatement. And also an unfair statement, as I had The Mr. blow up the lion's share of mini balloons once he got back from the gym.

A new stitching project, freehand with my perle cottons on that gray sheeting that's been cut up for different projects and floating around in scrap form. We'll see how far I get on this before dumping it for ever pressing Easter ideas.

I'm not the house baker here. That would be The Mr., who can be counted upon to bake up a nice rustic loaf or punch out the pizza dough or whip up the occasional batch of cookies. So when this recipe for chorizo bread popped up on the horizon, I sent it directly to him. And, after weeks of nagging, he finally delivered.

I've got exactly zero items in my wardrobe of a greenish persuasion. And St. Patrick's day is perhaps my least favorite of the holidays that aren't. So I make no special effort to dress to avoid Irish ridicule. The Boy's incessant pinching, however, led to an impromptu greenification of today's mostly gray getup.

We got the unexpected sunbreak today, a reprieve from the forecast of another cold, wet weekend, nice enough to take out the camera (the actual one, and not the cameraphone, my crutch through these light-poor days). Along with the bulbs popping up, the blossoms on all the trees that participate in this practice make for a deceptively spring-esque backdrop.

Bear, the contortionist, discovers that our empty laundry basket makes a most suitable curling-up space, a close second to The Mr.'s suitcase which she routinely drags out from under our bed.

Friends in exotic locales as Colorado and California, and The Mr., coming back from the geekier half of SXSW, report that Spring is indeed happening out there. I don't actually mind the non-existent Springs here, the cold and wet right through the end of summer. And I was even suited up and prepared to go out for my run today. But in the end I just couldn't bring myself to be that cold and that wet, hauling Bear along in the jogger. So instead I took her to Target, which now carries Yan Yan.