Happy Mardi Gras! And also Happy Birthday to my brother (50!!!) and Kiki (a lady never tells. But she’s the same age as me now.) Obviously I didn’t take this picture, but while we were out at the parades, the boys were having fun taking pictures of me with the butterfly headpiece that was too heavy for me to wear. Whatever keeps them occupied. Look how well my gray is growing in! 😅
All of the clothes are out of my teeny tiny closet and in my new wardrobe. Final reveal of that will be soon – but I need to get the doors put on. For now, my shoes have a nice rack at the bottom of the closet, and my best fabrics have a new home. The hanging fabric shelves are a temporary solution – hope one day to get real shelves put in.
A break from Mardi Gras festivities today, and an IKEA delivery! Now to put together this massive wardrobe. (I really had no idea how tall this thing was going to be when I ordered it.)
What I should be posting is a picture of the Mardi Gras dress I made, but I want to write up a whole post about how I made it, so I’ll save it. Instead, I’ll post a pic of my friend Jenn’s cousin who was the king of Morpheus!
Thursday was supposed to be the day Muses rolled. My friend Teresa was riding for the first time, so Miles made this sign for her. Alas, because of the weather (and probably in no small part to the terribly tragedy of Wednesday night) it was postponed until Friday.
I know this doesn’t look impressive, but this is the “before” picture of this corner of my bedroom/sewing room. Just wait…
Ziggy is a little weirded out by my fake butterfly.
The best part about Mondays. I walk the boys to the bus stop, then walk around the neighborhood to get to the coffee shop where I get, well, tea. And then admire my sparkly nails and the Mardi Gras decorations people have up on the way home. (Okay, that might only be this Monday.)
Jenn and I took our boys to Barkus on Sunday. The theme was the 80s. There were a lot of Marty McFly dogs out there. I sure wish I’d gotten a picture of one of them.
Miles makes the goofiest faces when he’s playing soccer.
What do you do when there’s a Mardi Gras parade on Valentine’s Day? Well, you don’t worry about matching, for one.