If you've been reading this blog for even a short time you have probably noticed that I am incapable of just leaving well enough alone.
It's the reason that I keep futzing (definition: perhaps part modification, part translation of Yiddish arumfartsn zikh, literally, to fart around) with the look of my blog.
Now you know what it's like being a member of my family. Go out for coffee and when you come back every thing's changed. I need to work on my banner though because it's a little out of wack.
I was struck by two separate and only tenuously related things today.
The first is that I have figured out why Lily is being so darned difficult lately. I had the realization tonight at dinner when Lily asked for a second helping of rice and then a third helping of steak. She's having a growth spurt!
I wish I'd notice this earlier- it would save heaps of frustration for everyone.
Lily has been weepy, angry and tired all week. Impossible to please and most importantly- very hungry! You'd think I'd have put it together.
After dinner Lily was sufficiently well fed to happily play with my old dolls from the attic.
I was really struck by how many of them were homemade.
Here Lily is wearing a baby bonnet crocheted by my Aunt Evelyn.
See that canopy bed? It's made from a shoebox! No kidding! I received it as a gift when I was little.
This Raggedy Ann doll is handmade too. I can't remember who made it. If my mom does maybe she'll let me know it the comments.
The sweetest detail about this doll?
Look at that. So lovely.
When I was a kid we always went to a store called "The Doll House" on Cape Cod. It was run by a little old lady who made everything herself.
She made this kitty.
And this doll.
I still love this little doll.
All the clothes can come off and the limbs are fully movable.
Remember that little cradle?
It's also a purse!
This was my mother's Ginny doll.
My memere made the dress this doll is wearing.
I think that I need to learn to sew. Maybe it would keep me too busy to paint!
I clearly need to pay more attention to what Stanley is doing while I'm playing photographer.
He does not have the excuse of a growth spurt. He is just a bad cat.