why isn't it called Marcel The Shell With One Eye?
So wistful, Marcel.
I love the z's.
I'm off this week and a little wistful myself. No surprise.
It's our anniversary on Wednesday and we're a little strapped (college! laptop!) and, so, trying not to think of going away for a little trip to celebrate. Perhaps in the fall. We'll see. Yesterday we saw Positano wherever we looked. First world problem.
K's been editing a video we shot for my company that is really coming together nicely and, at the same time, proved to me how I could never do his job. TEDIOUS.
It is amazing to me that he can take a hour of video and turn it into four minutes of meaningful and cohesive message.
We'll show it in late October at a benefit dinner honoring my boss. NERVOUS. Nervous, yet confident.
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Am I the only person who thinks it looks exactly like this
but in knitted form?
We are still working out the details on these...but NOT in knitted form! Ha! See what I did there?
I broke the tension by making a joke.
An interesting offer, eh? IN KNITTED FORM!
"Be free to call."
I've let you down. I thought I had all kinds of photos from the gift show and I really don't.
I've got these log-pillows.
And I saw these fabulous stuffies from Jellycat.
This one would be perfect for Middle. If Middle's personality could be transferred to a flamingo stuffed toy, this would be him.
When he was small, he said, with great authority: FLA-MANG-GO.
One last Japan story to melt your (my) heart: at the airport, Youngest's hostess presented him with this beautiful wooden box. Inside it were the chopsticks he used in their home during his visit. Now he will always have them and needs to bring them, when he returns, to use again in their home.