How much fun is a pouffy, fluffy tutu! You can spin, twirl, dance, leap and sing in a tutu. It brings out all the make believe fairies and pretend princesses hidden within. Tutus are beautiful and magical and special. Nothing forces oohs and aahs from little girls like a tutu.
To make one: cut a 2″ wide ribbon the length of the child’s waist plus enough to make a bow (about 30″). Tie a double knot 15″ in from each end.
Decide how long you want the tutu to be (mine is 12″) and cut 6″ wide tulle into lengths twice that long i.e.. 24″ for mine. Then fold the tulle and tie over the ribbon. Do this from knot to knot until the area is full. Voila! You have a tie-on tutu!
He heard a noise that rocked the floor.
He heard a noise that shook the door
Jack heard . . . a SNORE!
Just who is making such a racket? Unable to sleep, Jack and his dog go searching. It must be Mama Gwyn, whose huffs and puffs set her curlers spinning, but when Jack wakes her up . . . the snore ROARS on!
This fun-loving rhyming tale of a sleepless night will cause many giggles, as well as rousing kids to chime in at the refrains. An amusing must-have book for every family, because, well, everyone snores. (Yes, even you!)
While on our way to the EAA Airventure in Oshkosh, Gramps and I stopped to visit cousins in Dubuque, Iowa. It’s a wonderful town on the Mississippi River, bordering Wisconsin and Illinois. The weather was perfect and one evening we took snacks and a bottle of wine to a music concert at the arboretum.
The evening was cool (in July!), the grass was covered with blankets and lawn chairs and the air was filled with the singing voices of young people from all over Wisconsin. We sipped our favorite wine from handmade glasses and shared a wonderful occasion with some of our favorite relatives. The whole time we were surrounded by flowers, trees and bushes of magnificent beauty. Could we have had a more perfect time?
Oh, and in the midst of this idyllic scene I saw a young woman carrying a small furry animal. It wasn’t a cat or a dog. It was . . . well, it was a wombat. That’s right , a wombat. A baby wombat in the arboretum in Dubuque, Iowa!
It was all snuggled up in a blanket and seemed as mesmerized by the stunning singing voices as we were. But really, a wild animal in a crowded group of people just didn’t seem normal to me. No one else seemed bothered, just me.
At the end of the program, we all showed our immense appreciation, finished off the last of the wine, gathered our belongings and headed home. What a splendid evening we all had.
I think the wombat had a good time too!
July 4th was a special day for Gramps and me. We took the boat out on the lake to watch the fireworks put on by the local city. Sounds like a simple event, doesn’t it? Go see a bunch of big booms and then go home. But the way Gramps and I do it, it takes almost all day and becomes a grand affair.
First there was the beautiful boat ride across the lake to get to the prearranged spot. The sky had clouded over, which dropped the temperature pleasantly. We passed by the dam and saw many
birds and ducks on our way.
We got to a perfect spot off shore with plenty of time to spare. After anchoring in place, Gramps put his fishing rods in the water. “Can’t catch anything if you don’t have a line in the water,” he always says.
Dozens of boats joined us in the cove. Some were playing music, some people were dancing, some swimming. Lots of children were laughing and beaming in anticipation. What a wonderful community we became.
While we watched a magnificent sunset, we enjoyed our picnic dinner of bratwurst, bean salad and hard boiled eggs. How peaceful! How serene!
When the sun finally set, we were all ready for the fireworks show. It was brilliant and exciting and very colorful. Oohs and aahs followed each explosion. Applause was heard from all directions. Children and adults alike had a great American moment watching the fireworks.
As the fireworks finale came to a close, we all lingered on the water. It seemed our new little community wanted to savor the day and evening. No one wanted it to end.
Finally Gramps and I slowly motored back across the lake by the light of a half moon. Talk about romantic!
We had such a grand day filled with calm, excitement, quiet, big bangs, good food, fellowship and shared moments. And the fireworks were actually only one part of the day.