the prototype

I had it all planned out.

I was going to leave the building, the sawing, the drilling, the measuring, in the very capable hands of my incredible husband.
I would take the pictures; I would document through photos the progress of the prototype.

But I soon found out that the boss had other plans for me.

We went out to the garage, and I watched him get to work.

 

  

  

I enjoyed watching those strong hands work.  

 

Oh those hands...

 I love those hands. 

But as I said, the boss had other plans for me. Plans that included eye and ear protection. And one very large saw. 

He showed me the ropes...

And then he put me to work. 

I was skeered. 

And I think he was a little nervous too, because he kept yelling at me to watch my hands. At least I think he was. I couldn't really tell due to the screaming saw and the ear things (what are those things called?). And I was afraid to turn and look at him on account that I was holding a very large, sharp, spinning saw right next to my hand.

I measur'd an cut them there pieces a wood. Yessiree. 

Then I had to glue some of the pieces together, whilst I explained to Daniel how this picture would be dark because the light was behind me. 

And then I focused on gluing. Glueing? Glewing. I glued. 

That all just looks so wrong to me.

I glued in my gold shoes.

Can you 

See me glue

In a golden shoe?

I think Dr. Suess wrote that.

Then the boss said, "Now we must clamp the pieces together for several hours." 

And then he clamped. 

 

 

Then I threw my ear things on the ground and screamed that I was over-worked and needed a nap. 

The boss said we were at a stopping point, and he took me upstairs and cuddled me. 

Then we went to dinner at a romantic restaurant, drank lovely wine, ate shrimp and arugula pesto bruschetta, and talked about our love. And the boss winked at me like 40 times during dinner.

I told him he was inappropriate. 

Then we met some new and old friends for coffee and talked about everything, long into the night and the wee hours of Saturday morning. And it was grand. 

It was a good day. 

And an even better weekend. But I'll tell you more about that later. 

For now, I'll tell you that the best thing that ever happened to me today was discovering these two albums: 

 

 

What's that you say? You've never given them a listen?

It changed my life today. 

Try "White Fences" by Vampire Weekend and "Girlfriend" by Phoenix. Or if you love Paul Simon as passionately as I do, listen to "California English" by Vampire Weekend. In my mind, Paul Simon and this song are related.

Just press play and dance around. 

You won't know what hit you. And then you'll want some more.

A Gloomy Day in March

I have a sudden obsession with Simon and Garfunkel. I can't stop listening to "The Boxer" and "Cecilia." There is no explanation for this.

The Guest Room Window

In our new house, we have a guest room.
It's a surprisingly large guest room. It might even be larger than the master bedroom. If it had a walk-in closet and a bathroom connected to it, we might have moved our furniture in there. But I wasn't giving up that closet.
This guest room has the loveliest light in the afternoon. I always walk by and think, I should take some pictures in there...but of what?
Today the pups were my subjects, and I thought the results were quite lovely. Even though the dogs are in terrible need of a bath, a groom, and an attitude adjustment.

My Evening in [poorly lit] Photos

 

Image Issues.

Last month we learned some terrible news.

Fletcher is overweight.

Two pounds overweight. And when you weigh a total of ten pounds, that's never easy to hear.

I think he looks like he's crying here?

He can't even look at the camera. "Please try to get a slimming angle..."

We're trying to keep him on some sort of diet. He's got some joint issues in his back legs that keep him from being as active as he might normally be. So he just gets kind of chubby. Daniel and I have started calling him, "The Goat" because he sort of resembles one. He's got a chubby, stubby body and his legs are skinny, and he's just...goat-like.

And this, this is my baby:

Oh, Kingsley.
I try not to show favoritism. I love both of my puppies.

But will you just look at that face?!

Poor, poor Fletcher.

By the way. This is where all the magic happens:

You may notice that the drawers have no handles. And you would be correct in that assessment.
I don't complain, though. Daniel found me a desk for $5.00 on Craiglist, painted it the same color as my Anthropologie card, and I am a happy camper.