I rode my bike.
Dear reader, you would not believe the snake I saw out there! Yes, I stopped to check it out. I very nearly fell off my bike in awe. The poor fellow was the victim of a badly timed road crossing, and all the little desert creatures trying to snack upon him were in risk of a similar fate, so I used a stick to relocate the luncheon to higher ground.
The weight of the carcass snapped my stick in half.
Snap! Flop! Wiggle!
Dear reader, imagine how high I jumped because really, weren't you wondering if that snake was faking it, too? I think we're all familiar with a snake's capacity to play dead, when in reality it may be waiting to wrap its coils around a conscientious cyclist and drag her down to its lair of bones, laminate, and ironic décor. The serpentine penchant for shag carpet is a well known fact around these parts.
Just to clarify--this one really was dead. But I swear it wiggled.
By the by, do I really think people come to Tollipop hoping for a good snake story? Probably not. But this much you should know about me: some of my fondest moments have been spent chasing snakes, catching frogs, and running with wolves.
Yet I still adore Jane Austen.
What can I tell you? Some people are just special that way.
I made the girls clean their room. Finally, a culprit for all that mysterious clutter was discovered! What a relief, as I was beginning to consider my young charges to be on the slovenly end of the spectrum. Note to self: have some faith. I should have known it was the hamster all along.
I worked on more sad, wistful girls.
I wish I had a dress of this color. If I had a dress of this color, I would never be sad. I would only be wistful.
Caroline lasered this minuet into smithereens with her look of intense concentration. In other news, we attended her friend's violin recital...a boy with a similar capacity for musical expression. One day they may play a duet together and their collective ferocity will cause a nuclear meltdown.
Finally, we started another project. I hesitate to mention this as I consider my (temporarily) stalled Hundred Dresses Project, my lagging goal of weekly shop updates, my ludicrous plans for a tidy studio...why should I further reveal my penchant for failure? Why should I hold myself up to the scrutiny of the world?!
Because this project is really cool...can you guess what it might be? The girls and I are working on it together. Hopefully they will help me see this through but let's face it, we are related--a fact which doesn't bode well in anyone's favor.
I will certainly give you updates if, indeed, there are any to be had. But in case this is as good as it gets, isn't Sophie's gingerbread house a sheer delight?!