
This week at Casapinka has been erratic and busy. Lest you think I like twiddling my thumbs over updating Casapinka, here's a synopsis of the past seven days.
1. I've been trying to make the Study Hall skirt from wonderkind Anna Maria Horner. I've never put in a zipper. Apparently I need a zipper foot, whatever that is. If I don't give up at this point I will have grown considerably as a human being. I will expect high fives, beer, and slaps on the back!

2. Purchased fabric to make Junior some more surfing shorts. He loves his from last year but there is quite a bit of - how does one say it gracefully - "crackage?" showing.

3. We celebrated Father's Day with Pumpkin pancakes and home made cards, which are always loved in our household. I couldn't find the syrup anywhere, and then Juniorette informed me that Junior finished it over the past few weeks. I had forgotten about that penchant of his. Note the consistency of the kid - the photos was taken 500 days ago. We thus had Nutella pumpkin pancakes.
4. Three trips to the library. Juniorette, 7, rented the movie, Tutenstein. When I asked her if she'd be scared by it she said (I wrote it down so I could be accurate at her wedding reception): " I'm NOT afraid of King Tut. He's a natural historical representation of Ancient Egypt." And people actually home-school their children.
5. Went to the beach three times. Suffered three collective cuts on small feet. No trips to the ER. Lots of crying. Water shoes purchased. Sand leaked in. Fussing ensued. Mommy took Valium. All now well.
9. Made 5 granny squares a day. Will continue to do so until entire blanket made. Goal set. Need goals.

7. Attended Junior's Pre-school graduation where, for the second year in a row, he picked his nose and consumed it, while standing in the front row of the risers. The loud stage whisper of Husband from eight rows back saying, "Stop picking your nose!" failed to call attention away from Junior, who just began work on the opposite nostril. I kid you not - I have video footage.
8. Nearly finished knitting a dress with tulips. Hopefully I can show you my ever so practical merino wool dress, knitted in summer in a momentary lapse of reason.
9. Grandpa in town from Maine. Must go get the kids dressed and pick up the living room so we can make him think that we live like the Cleavers, and the large puddle in the middle of the living room is just spilled water, and not the sugar/food coloring/Swedish Fish/pink sprinkled drinkable dessert that Juniorette made for us last night.