I was going to say something about how I'm not really the kind of person that wants things to be all about them. Because I'm not. But the fact that I keep this blog and write about all the things that I like and do and on and on, might make it seem like it IS all about me. Hmm. At least for this Monday (and maybe last Monday? is this a theme?), it's all about me.
Two weeks ago I showed you a picture of my plan for a stitched up self-portrait. And now it is finished. Sort of. Actually, what happened is this. I had stopped stitching for some reason (there are always distractions here), and was at the point you see. And then, when I cam back to it, I realized that I kind of liked where the line stopped. Could I leave it unfinished? As a person, I'm unfinished, so it made sense. So this unfinished portrait is finished.
(and apparently it does really look like me, because my 9yo brother saw it and said, "is that you or Anna?"...which really seals the deal...everyone says Anna and I look alike.)
Another week of bench monday. Really, this is too fun. This week I even used the self-timer. As I was getting ready to take the photo, I moved things from near the piano so that it was a nice clean shot, and then I set the camera on our overstuffed chair, climbing into the chair to look through the lens. To focus the camera properly, I set a play bucket on the piano bench, which I had to quickly remove as I hopped onto the bench. This shot was my second try. And not once did my mom or brother comment. It seems that this sort of thing has become far too normal.
And one last thing.
Today I was making a chart. I wrote my name in one of the squares. Then realized that I had spelled my own name wrong. It's pretty common for people to misspell my name, because Molly is the more common spelling. But no, here's what I did: Molle. Not Mollie. What does that mean?