No, this doesn't mean I've taken up sewing. Quite the opposite, considering, the last time my machine had thread on it, was when my mom and dad visited last spring and she showed me how to thread the thing, which I have completely forgotten, which became painfully evident during my mood-raked weekend when all Aidan wanted was to sew some clothes for her American Girl dolls, but no one in this house, especially me, could figure out a simple task, even with the manual, and run-on sentences at my disposal.
No. I just tried to find things in their places yesterday to take photos of. Shots I thought might be aesthetically pleasing. Shots waiting to happen. (And to see how well my camera was working after dropping it at my Pampered Chef party, on account of the more than two glasses of wine I drank that influenced my bad choice to grab the camera bag from the bottom and not the top). That said, this is my Photographie verite, the HOME version.
I never saw that in Dan's closet before, that he owns one of Mr. T's ties. And it turns out Dan's closet is a visual cornucopia, which is PERFECT for this time of year!
So much orange and yellow in there. So…November-y. He's drawn to it because he has such nice olive skin. Look how that one shirt with the mini checker-ish pattern seems to be saying, "Hey guy, pick ME!"
Well okay…but only to save you from that awful wire hanger.