I was going to say bloom, but that's pretty much the botanical opposite. Still, that's what it feels like.
It was a dark and stormy naptime. M came over and we turned the dining table into a Halloween costume workshop. Nothing like getting ready for the holidays waaaay in advance!
Anya's pony costume turned out pretty punk rock, thanks to M's artful interpretation of Anya's declaration that she wanted a red mane and tail. Iris' lobster get-up proved somewhat vexing, especially the claws. But one of the reasons Halloween is celebrated at night is to obscure the imperfections of homemade costumes, right? I'll let the little lobster model her costume for you herself in a couple of days.
It's a bit late in the season to evoke that back-to-school feeling, but let me tell you, I was feeling it when I found this yesterday at Construction Junction, a place I always seem leave a little lighter in the wallet than when I went in. I haven't tried to clean it yet, but I'm pretty sure it's going to need a restorative coat of chalkboard paint. (Anyone used this stuff – any tips?) It's destined for our someday-soon-to-be playroom on the third floor. Wish us luck getting it up there!