The animal game is something we play ad nauseam in this house, and by “we” I mean me and Caroline. And by “house” I mean car, when we’re driving around town looking for $1.99 steak and egg specials. So this is how it goes down, and the only reason I’m telling you this is because ever since I started this blog, it’s like a wolf fixation has gripped our family, and by “family” I mean Caroline (okay, I’ll stop doing that now).
Caroline: Do you want to play the animal game?
Me: Do I?
Caroline: You go first.
Me: Okay, I’m thinking of an animal. It lives in the forest…
Caroline: A WOLF!
Me: What? No, wait for the rest of my clues. It has a bushy tail…
Caroline: A WOLF!
Me: Hold on, sister. I’m not done yet. It has black rings around its eyes and it starts with an “r”.
Caroline: (slight pause) A rolf?
Oh, man. These are the moments, I’m telling you. But enough of that—I wanted to show you the latest craze to sweep our house—embellishing old t-shirts. I gave Sophie and Isabella carte blanche on a Saturday afternoon to use my sewing machine, scrap basket, and a few designated shirts. When they came downstairs several hours later, it was apparent my girls had been secretly attending a French immersion program for their generous interpretation of the term “carte blanche”, as no t-shirt within a ten mile radius had escaped their crafty fingers, even ones that could be considered new, and by “new” I mean unstained.
Anyway, I just realized that showing you their work would first entail me sorting through their closets, which is a bit like jumping into the mosh pit at a Green Day concert, getting all banged up and stumbling out with a big patch of hair missing from my head. Which today does not hold the same appeal as it did in my early twenties (for one night), so here instead is the t-shirt I embellished for Caroline, since she was predictably not to be outdone by her older sisters.
