bits and bobs

Michelle finished up her blog promotion commentary with one last post, in which she hits on the vital question of characterization. Go read it: it’s interesting. Possibly fascinating, if you’re like me. :)

Kinds of bread I have made today: corn, white, banana.

Years ago I bought some lovely creamy nubbly fabric for a long coat. Mom and I started laying it out to make today (which is to say, Mom, who is a brilliant seamstress, laid it out while I watched, asked questions, and mostly prevented Young Indiana from eating the fabric). It won’t be as long as I’d kind of imagined, because there’s less fabric than we’d thought, but it’ll be knee-length and fairly splendid. And it will be the first of several coat-making projects, because 1. I *love* long coats, 2. I have at least two coats to make for friends, and 3. I just spent forty-two fucking euro on a pair of sewing scissors so I’d better do some goddamned sewing.

Quick, tell me your #1 favorite song to dance to! I get a fair amount of mileage out of dancing with Young Indiana, but great as Billy Idol’s Greatest Hits are, only about four of them are really any good for dancing to… :)

Ted’s mom sent a couple photos of Ted when he was about six weeks old, to compare to a couple photos of Young Indiana at the same age. I leave it to you to decide:

Ted & Henry

That's Ted's kid, all right. :)

4 thoughts on “bits and bobs

  1. Beyond the Sea by Bobby Darin, I have lots of fun with that one. I also find that Born To Be My Baby by Bon Jovi is lots of fun. I have changed around the words for my daughter as she was “Born to be my Zoe and Zoe, I was made to be your mom” I am not ashamed:)

  2. I dance to just about anything, so what I say should be taken with a grain of salt but here are a few of my faves:

    What a Feeling – Irene Cara
    Sway – Michael Buble
    Hey Baby – Bruce Channel
    Be My Baby – The Ronettes
    And ironically… I Don’t Feel Like Dancing by The Scissor Sisters

  3. I melt with you – Modern English
    I’m a believer – Smash Mouth
    Accidentally in Love – Counting Crows

    Enjoy! My kids won’t dance with me anymore, they’re 16 and 18. (hmmmm, wonder why?) :(

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