There’s a chill in the air. We woke up this morning and it was cold. And damp. And it finally felt like fall. I like fall, but for the fact that it leads to winter. The temperature inside the house was at 62 degrees this afternoon. We hadn’t yet turned on the heat. It’s only October 8, for crying out loud.
Category Archives: Treasures from the Archives
Tarts and More Tarts
Tarts, tarts everywhere. That’s what greeted us when my mom and I returned home this evening from a trip to the Barnes Foundation in Philadelphia. Spectacular doesn’t even begin to describe the masterpieces on display in its rooms. For two hours (not nearly enough, mind you), I was transported back to my art history classes in college. It was mind-boggling.
I Love My Sophie
Sophie had a math test yesterday. She did very well – 96%. The only question she got “wrong?”
1,300 Blog Posts and a Birthday Party
It’s official. This blog post is number 1,300. Pink Me Not will be five years old next month. Other than my marriage and my kids, this effort to memorialize my kids’ lives is the longest I’ve stayed committed to anything.
Happy 7th Birthday, Sophie!
It was a good day for our little Sophie, who’s not so little anymore.
My Little Fashionista is Almost Seven
It’s hard to believe. But in two days, Sophie will be seven years old. She’s still as loving and cuddly as ever, except when we annoy her. And when that happens, it’s evident that the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.
Sophie in Outer Space
Sophie went to a special hair salon for curly girls yesterday, and had her hair cut the special Deva way, which involves a dry cut – curl by curl by curl.
A Beautiful Weekend in Ithaca
Celebrating my cousin’s marriage on Lake Cayuga by eating, drinking, making merry and skipping rocks.
To Eat the Ice Cream You Have to Freeze It
Chloe tried to make ice cream for dessert this evening. Unfortunately, however, she’ll need to try again.
She encountered three hurdles that conspired to doom the effort:
Change Is Upon Us
Six months ago, I learned that our wonderful babysitter was planning to retire. For six months, I tried not to think about it. But all the effort I put into trying not to think about it made me think about it even more.