Last Friday I signed for a package. I love signing for packages, especially when I have no idea what it could POSSIBLY be! Surprises are fun. Not to mention the fact that it arrived on the heels of a baaaad week for me. Just days earlier, I realised I was not going to New York. I sold my ticket to BlogHer. I cried a lot.
I confess that I had a little heads up from one of my sistah-friends, the mighty @Bibliosaurus who mailed it all the way from Santa Cruz… and I nearly went crazy when I saw the tutu she made for our Grumble Baby…
Here’s where tutu lives, stacked atop two others when she’s not in all her glorious-girly-girl service:
Wow, right??! My life is so weird and at the same time awesome, it’s nuts.
And here’s how she looks when she’s on Ava Scarlett herself…
No shirt. No shoes. Just the tutu, thanks.
And ohmygod is she EVER loving the shit out of it. And why wouldn’t she – I mean, just look at her. I can’t stop smiling when I watch her prancing around in it. (That’s how one moves in a tutu, you know. One prances.) I never thought I’d like dressing a little girl this way, but I do. I really, really do. Tutus are just the lovliest things, especially when paired with funkier stuff… black boots and funky tights. Rock t-shirts. Or whispy blouses with butterflies…
My lovely, lovely sistah-friend also sent Spiderman stickers for Oliver, and a bag of salt water taffy for us to share just for me. Because she loves me. Isn’t that something?
I’m so, So, SO sad that I’ll be missing her and my other internets in New York next week for BlogHer. The travel gods hate me, so it is not to be this time. But watch out, kids – once my passport issues are solved, none of y’alls are safe. I’ll be everywhere…
But, to my darling Kat: there will be hand-holding and shit-disturbing in Central Park one of these days – it’s a fact. Just deal with it already. Thank you so very much for these splendid things!!
Spread the love, people. Happy Friday to all!
G.G.
NOTE: The kids are sharing the room that used to be just Oliver’s. The dressmaker Judy and aaaaaaall the tutus that live on it is in there with them. He’s dealing with it – I think he even thinks it looks kinda pretty. Yay for me.
