moving forward

This is just a brief post to say that I may be AWOL for a few weeks as we are moving...today. And I am procrastinating by posting to my blog. And just before this I sewed a face onto a doll that I started making for Della sometime last year. And I made that doll a dress. And what I else can I do rather than pack and clean and haul and clean some more? Hhmmm, I'll think of something, I'm sure. The silver DOES need polishing.

But I'll leave you with a cliffhanger. I may have to change the name of my blog because the Pattons no longer have a house.

They have something else.

And it's QUITE small.

We are calling it an adventure.

Of course, there is a story and I will tell it.

But for now, let me go clean the oven.

music on the mind

lucky. happy. all is well. hope your summer is good.

mr. hansard

This guy is poetry. This is a clip from his movie, Once. It seems to me that he is formed inside out. His heart and soul are his eyes and smile and his music. He also bears an uncanny resemblance to my sweet brother. He quit school at thirteen to be a busker in the streets of Dublin and clearly it was the right decision. I like stories like that.

p.s. forgive the ad, didn't know it would pop up, but isn't Bono looking good. (and selling out?!)

why i had a della

This little bird is reason enough to have a daughter. It's not often that I see a dress or outfit that really floats my boat. I am not a girly girl. I am NOT a clothes horse. I wear the same get up for, literally, years at a time. Hello jeans and ratty mexican shirt and tiger danskos.

Doesn't sound pretty, does it?

And there is someone else to dress and she is much cuter than me.

Still, I am not drawn to the feminine frills. I am drawn to this little bird brooch. I will make one this afternoon and pin it to her jeans and put on her little mexican tunic.

uh oh.

I see a pattern here.

Max spent the last week at Camp Chief Ouray.

He did not want to go.

He said that I was 'not respecting his feelings'.

He cried.

I ignored him.

He went.

I cried.

(I'm not totally insensitive to his needs.)

Children can't see the big picture....that's why they have parents...to save them from themselves.
What do you know? He had a blast. He didn't want to leave. He made lots of cool new friends from all over the U.S. and from abroad. He said the girls were...'real cute, Mom!'
Mom thought his counselor was 'real cute'! (pictured below in zebra shirt)
He found his groove quickly, like 2 minutes after we left him, he said.

I like this picture because I don't know any of these darling children and Max knows them all. Camp is so all-American.
The scenery wasn't too shabby.
There were lots of cute teenagers with tons of wacky energy and enthusiasm. Max wants to be a counselor one day.
Good idea, Max.