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Me&Him.

In my mind, James and I are this cool.

In reality, well, let’s just say that we had a lengthy debate last night that went as follows:

Me: You didn’t even notice that I styled my hair differently today.

Him: I did! And I liked it. But I didn’t want to say anything.

Me: Why not?

Him: Because, I thought it looked that way because you didn’t have time to brush it after swimming at the pool.

Me: Wait? So you’re saying that I looked a hot mess? Like a tangled, disheveled, comb-less Cousin It? And you didn’t think it important to point this out before I went back to the office where I am supposed to present a professional front?

Him: See? This is why I didn’t say anything. Because I liked it. But it was just like, “WHOA! The chlorine really does some crazy ass shit to Ashley’s hair.”

Me: Well, I was going for the whole care-free, wavy, beach hair look.

Him: But we live no where near the beach.

Me: Ugh. NEVERMIND.

Alas, our life and our biographies may never be as cool as Rodney Smith.

Photo: Courtesy of Rodney Smith

 

Hemp String Gardening Pot

Below is one of the very easy crafts that we tackled while at The Clark Art Institute’s family day festivities. I call it: DIY Hemp String Gardening Pot. Clever, I know.

Materials:
Gardening pot
Hemp string
Elmer’s Glue
Q-Tip
Scissors

Directions: This is as straight forward as it looks, which is why it’s a perfect craft for kids. Simply paint a pattern on the pot using a Q-Tip covered in some Elmer’s glue. Then lay the hemp string along the glue markings. Cut the string as needed. Allow glue to dry. Throw in some potting soil and a plant, and voila! You’ve spruced up just a boring ol’ gardening pot.

Sunny and I kept her pot’s design simple as a toddler’s attention span is brief. We wrote her name along the top edge, and then added a heart and simply wrapped some hemp around the center.

Thought.

My bellybutton has officially become an outie.

Chicken’s done.

Game over.

Sesame Seed, did you hear that? You can stop doing a headstand on my bladder and dislodge your feet from my ribcage anytime now.

Primarily to spare me from life with a protruding naval. Please. Oh pretty please.