Thursday, March 18, 2010

For the love of books ... and marshmallows

Sarah sewed her own bookbag with scraps from my fabric stash. Here's her pattern: Two squarish pieces measured about one inch bigger than her sketchbook. One long rectangle for the bottom and sides, double strength on the bottom. Two tripled skinny rectangles as loop handles that can go over her shoulder. She measured.

And then she got a little more confident and made an MP-3 pouch to coordinate with polka dotted grosgrain ribbon for the strap. (My favorite part of that is the big vintage button closure.) Reading and drawing and music and funky fabric combos. She must be my daughter.
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Right now Madeleine and Sarah are both reading The Lightning Thief by Rick Riordan. We're late to this party but it's so much fun. The book incorporates a lot of Greek mythology and we're just now entering the rise of the Roman empire in history class so there's some serendipitous school overlap. Plus I just love Greek mythology. See how easy it is to make me happy?
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And on that subject, I was in line at the grocery store this afternoon right behind a farmgirl I know from our rural village. While Madeleine and her oldest son talked about that very book my friend and I had a chance to catch up as well. Both of us, she with her four boys and me with my four girls, took guilty glances at our carts.
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The quick draw was on.
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(Now I know this woman to be a great mother. An accomplished vegetable gardener. Raises much of her own meat. Super involved with their boys' school and Scouting. In short, I admire her a lot.)
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I took inventory of my cart. She waved a hand over the conveyor belt of goodies from her own cart.
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"The boys have had sore throats," she explained hurriedly over her (clearly not everyday purchase of) pudding cups and single-serve yogurts.
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"And we're going camping," I countered breathlessly about my (uncharacteristic haul of) cheddar dogs and marshmallows.
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What a funny world. As if I would ever judge her, or any other mom, based on the contents of her grocery cart. At least not until I took the Nutter Butters out of my own eye.


1 comment:

the cottage child said...

I always feel like I have to explain my grocery cart, how I justify the dichotomy of grass fed meat/organic veggies and blue box mac and cheese.

And I confess to judging others for their purchases, which is awful. They're never people I know, so what business is it of mine, I'm not paying for it. But sushi from the grocery store just seems wrong. That's money that could be spent on wild caught salmon - or wine, or donuts or something else useful.

See where judgement gets me? I bust myself every.time.