Sunday, November 12, 2006

Beach Light, Rabbits and Robots

I love the beach in winter when the crowds are gone. I love the cold color of winter light. These pictures are from a few years ago, when my children were four. Back when they'd ride a good distance without complaint and were content to look out the window, listen to whatever music I might be listening to, and had not yet learned the pleasure of tormenting a sibling by crossing over the invisible dividing line that runs down the center of the car.
I love the smell of wood in houses near the beach or the sun warmed planks of the boardwalk. I wish someone would bottle that smell and sell it.
Tonight, when I should have been grading essays or doing laundry, I got the mood to do embroidery. Particularly a rabbit in boxer shorts. I wanted to make it the panel on the front of a throw pillow for my son Sam's bed. Sadie, not to be left out, began to draw robots so that I would have some ideas for her pillow.
Here is Sadie's lovely green and yellow robot drawings. Unfortunately, I didn't have any lime green or canary yellow floss so she approved bright orange for the outlining. I just freehand embroidered it onto the fabric so it isn't an exact copy. Luckily, Sadie is very forgiving of me. I can only hope this continues into adolescence. However, Sam, not one to suffer fools lightly, informed me that my rabbit was not a rabbit because rabbits don't wear shorts. What a little realist!
So he has made me some drawings of spaceships and robots that he would like me to embroider for his next pillow. He really loves balloons, so maybe if I gave the rabbit a big bouquet of balloons to hold, Sam would find the creature more endearing. I put a little heart on its chest and told Sam that meant I loved him. He gave it a quick once over and said, "Hmmmph," before running off to bounce off the couch. He didn't seem particularly impressed.

3 comments:

gee said...

This is terrific!

gee said...

this is super, sister.

gee said...

I didn't really "get into" the blogging deal but I can tell this little lady knows how to do it! It reads like poetry.