This red trike turned up at our door step this morning. Looking homeless and forlorn, we took it in. I have no idea who dropped it off, but enough of the neighborhood has strolled past as the girls played on the sidewalk to know that someone in this household would be bound to appreciate it.
PBJ, upon spotting some of my decade old bead creations as I unearthed old crafts, immediately wanted to try her hand at bead jewelry. I mean, tiny glass seed beads, not chunko kid beads. She was remarkably patient, and made a few rings for friends. Meanwhile, Foxie’s latest installation “untitled 3”, media: Aluminum and Plastic.