May 14
Visual Chronicles:
Jenn sent me Visual Chronicles several years ago – for Christmas? Or my birthday? Or something like that. I’ve picked it up a few times and just flipped through it but I’ve never read it all of the way through. I decided to bring it with me to Hawaii since it would be an easy book to read while having a grandbaby – well there’s no grandbaby, yet, but it was easy to read. And fun. And inspiring. So inspiring that I decided to start another new art journal – this one a tag journal, for Johnny Mac Pippin.
I made Jenn take me shopping for supplies. We stopped at a scrapbooking shop in Kailua but didn’t find what I needed. Then we went to Ben Franklin and hit pay dirt. I’ve got tags, I’ve got some embellishments. I’ve started a couple of tags and am pondering some others. Fun stuff.
This might be the best art journal book I’ve read. Lots of interesting ideas and good how-tos.
May 12
Toad Cottages and Shooting Stars: Grandma's Bag of Tricks
Remember when I was in search of a good book about grandparenting – and instead of finding a good book about grandparenting, I found myself stuck with Anne Lamott’s book about grandparenting? Right. We’re better off forgetting that ever happened. One good thing came of that search, some nice people offered to send me a copy of Toad Cottages and Shooting Stars: Grandma’s Bag of Tricks. I accepted and now that I’ve read it, I’m darn glad that I did.
Have you heard of the book Roots, Shoots, Buckets & Boots? Same author, which gives you some idea of what you’re going to find in Toad Cottages and Shooting Stars. No angst, just feel-good stories and ideas that make this soon-to-be grandmother extra excited about exploring the world with Johnny Mac Pippin (assuming he ever decides to arrive, doggone it.)
Camp Granny, here we come!
May 11
Let's Pretend This Never Happened
The Bloggess is FUNNY and I want to be her when I grow up because I NEED A GIANT METAL CHICKEN. I’ve been saying this for months and I still don’t have a GIANT METAL CHICKEN. Reading Let’s Pretend This Never Happened just reminded me that I still DO NOT HAVE A GIANT METAL CHICKEN and this is wrong. Very wrong.
Someday I will have a Beyonce’ of my own. As god as my witness, I will have that GIANT METAL CHICKEN.
Also, I find it interesting that TW and I and RJ and I found different pieces of this book funny. While they roared and guffawed in some places, I barely chuckled. When I was laughing out loud, they were not. Proof that not all of Jenny Lawson’s writing is meant for all people. Or that we’re all fucked up in completely different ways. Whatever. Funny stuff, (and I only got stabby a couple of times when the timing of events was shifted around in not the quite right way.)
