After waxing poetic about my plastic glasses, I found these (also at Stop&Shop) made in Italy. I bought them because I like the lumpy bottoms, and curvy way they fit my hand.
The living room remains startlingly orange.
Alice and I took two friends to the Smith College Art Museum for the family art program this afternoon, and made lumpy art out of recycled materials. They really didn't care At All about the stuff other people had made (hello? It is a museum? And Gallery? Their response - can we poke it or push it or touch it? we can't, it's boring, just let us make stuff. ) but they had fun. Plus we got candy on the way home. Clearly the high point of their afternoon.
Al and I are hip deep in trip planning. We are taking the girls to England this spring. I had a giant shock on plane fares, and we were thinking briefly about twitching them out of school for travel. It looks like the timing will really work better for us if we can wait til they finish the year. The kids' focus is where characters and authors come from. Swallows and Amazons is top of the list. Al wants to see Christopher Robin's 100 Acre Wood. But then he twitches because, as he says, there is REAL stuff there, and the people in books are IMAGINARY. I don't know about his imagination, but they seemed pretty real to me, and if I can go stand on Wildcat Island it is orders of magnitude better than seeing where old fat Henry swapped out another wife. But I digress.
I made two postcards this evening, the other one was so ugly I left it visible on Flickr and refuse to list it here. It was a mad experiment, with a lumpy result. I rather like this one, though.