Dash completed a swim class. He's now a Level 5 (highest, wut wut!), but he still looks pretty hilarious when he tries to do the butterfly.
My vanilla-kumquat marmalade has been entered in the Ventura County Fair and is currently awaiting judgment. Don't talk about it!
I tried shibori. It took three tries before I got a set of napkins that didn't turn into a muddy, bleedy mess.
The indigo dye starts green, but turns an amazing inky blue as it oxidizes.
I looked like a Smurf for about a week after.
I turned 43 and my boys took me to the beach to celebrate.
Dash got to finally try out his new wetsuit/boogie board combo.
Too bad the beach was so ugly.
When it's your birthday, no one can make fun of you for bringing your knitting to the beach.
The next day, we headed up to Sonoma County to for a wonderful visit with our beloved Grandma Sonja and Uncle Doron & Aunt Cheryl (and some new friends, too!).
Grandma's a badass.
I dunno. I like his face.
They're cute together.
At lunch one afternoon, Dash was more delightful than usual. So I drew a portrait of him, wanting to capture the moment.
He didn't like it ("I'm so mad at you!")
We spent a beautiful afternoon at the Russian River.
Dash swung off a rope swing like a tough guy.
I conclusion, here are some pictures of my feet:
*Here's the jam I made with all those plums & apricots once we got home!
So, you know. Good Summer so far.