Wool Sweaters in July

Yesterday I blogged on finding my way through the maze of my Middle Girl's heart.  This is what she wanted to do with our special set-aside time:

On a toasty summer day, when normal people go swimming, we re-purposed old, wool sweaters.  Megan transformed hers into slippers.  We made up stories about the man who wore the sweater.  He must have lived in Alaska because there was a moose on the tag. 

She started with a simple, draw-around-your-feet pattern.  She used the wrist-cuffs for a strap.  Very clever.

I made a book bag.  It's vintagy cute spread on the floor, but when you pick it up it's floppy, and I'm not sure I'd want to carry anything more than a paperback in it.  The button cluster is charming, though, and what matters is that we sat on the living room floor listening to Norah Jones and Colbie Callait and J.J. Heller and created new from old.

And that we shared some iced cappuccino.

 

Late in the afternoon, brother and sister returned and I captured some moments on the front porch with our faithful dog, Bullseye.

Zinnias from the garden.

Megan's peepers, raised from tadpoles.

I love container gardening.

And I cherish snaggletooth smiles on porch swings in July. 

At the end of the day, Graci (this is her new way to spell her name) brought me a bouquet of flowers...cut from my container garden.  Um....oops.