Sophie’s birthday party was a success.
And that’s about all I’ll say for the moment, because I’m sick as a dog (hopefully not sick as a pig — I think this is just a summer cold). I have a long, involved post in my head about the whole notion of the DIY aesthetic and why we find it so meaningful in these times. But right now, I need to find a clear surface on the couch and crawl onto it. Ray took the girls to another birthday party, so I’m actually home alone on a Sunday afternoon. Unheard of.
I’ll leave you with the artwork my mother did for the invite to Sophie’s party. More to come.