This popped up today. All bright and orange-ish yellow and special.
1000 likes! My God, really?! Of course, it’s really a milestone that you gave me, dear readers. Thank you for being here. Thank you for liking some stuff while being here. And please don’t forget your gift basket on the way out.
I never set any quantitative goals for this blog. But I did have a few unrealistic, fantastical dreams for it. I won’t divulge them. That may stop them from coming true. Like the birthday-cake-blow-out-the-candles wish or the shooting-star wish – don’t tell or it won’t come true! Then again, I’ve never told… and, well… I’m still waiting.
Do you hear me, powers-that-be? I’m waiting… <insert annoying finger tapping here>
Zoe* (my daughter) loves to make things. She’s kind of like her mom. Actually, she’s frighteningly like her mom. Pictures of her at 1, 2, 3 years old could be pictures of me. She’s grown into her own a bit more now that she’s 8 (and acts 16 – we are in big trouble…), but no one ever needs confirmation that I’m her mom. Each year, the first time I meet her new teacher, I walk in and I’m greeted with ‘you must be Zoe’s mom.’ Apparently it’s super-obvious.
Back to making things… Zoe always has a project. She asks for the stapler, scissors, tape… and lots of paper. Yeah, she is just like me. Tree-killing artistic machine. She writes mini stories and folds them into books. Then she illustrates them. She draws… a lot.
Just because they’re so lovely and it makes me happy to look at them, I thought I’d share a couple of her recent pieces. Plus, when I told her I might do this, she was very excited to be “internet famous.”
Sweet dreams, friends.
* Name changed to protect the seldom innocent.