April Showers (17/52)

Now that it’s May I guess we won’t be having any more of these… but we are still having May showers. It seems the rain just won’t stop.


Bird Watching (16/52)

A robin built her nest outside my son’s window. It happened in a day, while he was at school. The shades were drawn and all was quiet.

She probably thought she was choosing a quiet safe location for her nest and potential babies.

I fear she’s like the unsuspecting home buyer who builds a house next to a lovely wooded lot and then learns that a strip mall is being built next door.

Worst part is that it is within easy reach of our cat, which could have disastrous consequences. Location is everything. I’m not sure what to do about this little drama unfolding on my window sill. Maybe if I take enough pictures of her she’ll get nervous and move on. I would like a shot of those lovely blue robin’s eggs first, though.

Swingin’ (15/52)

Between cold days last week, we had a beautiful warm day. It was nice to spend some time at the park with my friend and her two littles–two of my favorite photography subjects.

I so wish digital cameras had been around when my kids were little. We got our first one when Emma was about 5 maybe. Then it took me a few years to come embrace the new technology, and by the time I did, well, moments like these were long gone.

Before & After (14/52)

We have this chair… it’s big… it’s olive greenish… it’s in my “office”… it has become the cat chair–as you can see by the scratches on the right side (and left for that matter).

It was time to do something about it. So… after staring at tutorials online for about a month I finally worked up my courage, fired up the long neglected sewing maching, and did this…

…a slipcover! I did follow the tutorials and bought the ebook from Pink and Polka Dot. My family is wondering what alien life-form has invaded by body because the most strenuous sewing I’ve done in the last five years is to make pillows and sleeping bags for the American Girl dolls.

My 25-year-old sewing machine was pretty cranky too. I was (sometimes literally) holding my breath that she would make it through.

So with Tasha looking on we made it, although she did have to spend some time shut in the basement… she likes to play with thread. (And a few times midproject I wanted to shut myself in the basement.)

It’s a no-nonsense slipcover. There’s no piping, no ruffles, no zippers. I didn’t have enough material for ruffles, and I wasn’t going to invest all that time covering the piping in advance if the whole project was going to end up a fail. So that was my reasoning.

Tasha’s adjusting pretty well. The chair still seems good for naps and bath time. There are lots of mistakes but what can I say… I am an amateur.

And a sunny day helps everything look nicer.

Butler Blue (13/52)

I missed posting last week. I had plenty of pictures to choose from but sometimes I am just not motivated to download from the camera, edit (even minimally) and then post here and on Flickr. This week I decided to go with a couple shots from the campus of Butler University.

We live just a couple miles from Butler and all our kids have grown up attending everything from concerts to music lessons to volleyball camp there. Spencer currently is in the Butler Youth Jazz Ensemble and we were there for a concert. They’ve dyed all the water blue in honor of the Butler basketball team making it to the NCAA Championship game for the second year in a row. Go Dawgs!

Spring Cleaning (9/52)

I’m linking up with the gallery wall party at the Inspired Room. Go here to see more walls.

I have been on a spring cleaning tear–and therefore I don’t have many photos to show for myself. I repainted the kids’ bathroom, which took forever–why is it that the smallest rooms take the longest? And I’ve been stewing over creating some kind of gallery wall over the sofa in the living room. This was my first attempt. I pretty much just eyeballed it so it’s not perfect. I’m also probably going to switch out many of the photos here and use all black and whites, but I just wanted to get something up for now. I like this much better than what I had up there before.

I’m also planning to repaint the living room, which is another reason I wanted to experiment now before I have to worry about marring new paint–I pretty much have to drive three nails for every one picture I hang.

Me. (8/52)

A self-portrait. For Jan over at Twoscoopz. Tomorrow’s her birthday and although I don’t like self-portraits I decided to play along with this week’s theme–Celebrate You (as in us focus52 participants).

I suppose it’s only fair. I’m always posting pictures of my daughter or my cat or other family members here. I guess if I can dish it out I have to be able to take it–once in awhile anyway.

Rose Red (7/52)

I don’t have much to show for myself this week. The theme for focus52 was Close Up. I don’t have a macro lens, so this is about as close as I could get–a Valentine’s rose.

On an unrelated note we saw The King’s Speech last night–better late than never. I loved it. If you haven’t seen it, you should. The lady sitting next to me with (appropriately) a British accent spilled her popcorn all over me, so I sat through the whole movie with popcorn up to my ankles. (I’m only exaggerating a little.) And I still loved it!

Love and Words (6/52)

The focus52 theme this week was Love, and since Em and I already did the whole Valentine’s photo shoot last week, I decided to go a different route. I dragged out my trusty Riverside Shakespeare and turned to the sonnets.

That’s my handwriting of 25 years or so ago… dutifully taking notes in English Lit class. And the pressed flower was a little bonus. I must’ve stuck it in the book years ago, during my dried flower phase. The photo is a little cliche with the shadow heart and the ring, but it’s the first time I’ve done such a shot. Also, I could not get the ring to stand vertically in the fold, which makes the heart more pronounced I think.

This is an old book of Love poems by James Whitcomb Riley, an Indiana native, better known for his down-home poems like “Little Orphant Annie” and “The Frost Is on the Punkin.” But he wrote love poems too.

And finally, my neighbor started a book group. We’ve met twice. These are some possible titles for our group–from Jane Austen (never read Northanger Abbey before) to Stieg Larsson. I’m reading A Reliable Wife right now. So far it’s really good.