An Ode to Jenny Fowler + her Scissors
Even though our tiny youngest baby is now a strapping two year old, I feel like she was just born. Mothering three children has made life a sweet blur for me, a fact reflected in the state of our laundry, my now absent ability to recall most things, and our walls -- covered in pictures of the two older kids, and barely none of the baby.
I remember spending a Thanksgiving with my dear friend Emily, her family, and her trampoline in Boise, Idaho my junior year in college. Emily is # 5 of 9 kids and as she was showing me her family photos, we both noticed that in many of the pictures her younger brother had his (always OP-esque) shorts on backwards. At the time I laughed my head off. Now I nod somberly, thinking that even though my brood of small people is a mere one third the size of the Gardner clan it is truly a feat for any of the people I'm responsible for to leave the house with matching shoes. Who's laughing now?
So I felt very good about splurging (a quite reasonable splurge, actually) on this amazing silhouette of my youngest, done by Jenny Lee Fowler. Look, baby! You'll finally be on a wall! Jenny is a wonderful artist and I love, love, love everything in her shop. Especially check out the silhouettes cut on leaves...