Lovelihood

Even I'm amazed that heading into the middle of August we've only had a handful of days that actually felt summer-like. I'm not complaining, though. Heading out on foot under overcast skies to grab coffee and donuts, and then, later on once the clouds had mostly burned off to reveal a perfectly pleasant 70°ish day, biking down to the playground pretty much sums up the perfect way to kill off the last couple weeks before The Boy heads off into full-time schooldom.

Playing in some corner of our yard where teeny-tiniest of flowers live, The Boy picked up a few hundred specimens.

I've reached that momentous, but ultimately anticlimactic, stage of quilt construction where I'm stitching whole blocks to other whole blocks. It seems like such an end-nearing step, except that once that's through, there's still the business of sandwiching and quilting and binding. I might, for the first time, break out the walking foot and give machine quilting the old college try. Maybe.

Picked up my first new pair of glasses in two years. Tortoiseshell (faux, presumably) with those lenses that darken in the sun, and, most importantly, nosepads to keep the glasses on my squat little feature that was clearly not built to accomdate eyewear.

In cooler months the Mr. makes up what we call Black Death Chicken, immersing a modest bird in a tar bath of various concentrations of soy. Our whole-chicken proclivities have extended into the warmer months with the old beer can up the nethers trick. A new family favorite, and a wonderful excuse to have a meal out on the deck.

So all this time I guess we had a scrawny little apple tree in the back yard.

Don't get me wrong. I love my boots dearly. But even in Seattle, where it was overcast and intermittently wet out today, one longs for attire that doesn't aspire for so much coverage. I'd been searching for the summer-friendly, spiritual kin to my boots all summer. Something simple but interesting, feminine but not girlie, casual without crossing the line to sporty. To wear with all the things I'm often seen wearing, jeans, skirts, shorts, dresses. And of course, something that doesn't eat at ankles and toes. I do believe I have myself a winner.