Best intentions
7 Small Shawls: T - 188 days and counting down.
I really planned on getting so much knitting done this weekend, but, as often happens on swim meet weekends, it didn't happen. For one thing, I kept having to rip back part of my secret project. For another thing, the boys' events were fairly well spaced out, so there was not much down time. And for yet another thing, our canopy became home to the swim team temporary tattoo parlor.
At meets, you often see body art. "Eat my bubbles" and "kiss my splash" are common, and the kids get psyched up for races by drawing all over one another. So, last meet, I decided it was time to invest in a set of different colored Sharpies, the weapon of choice. The kids were really excited, and they drew on each other a little bit, but mostly they ended up standing in front of me while I drew all over them (with parental permission, of course, in case you were wondering!). First came the turbo buttons.
And then the stakes were raised.
Go Neptunes!
This one turned out a little wonky on Mr. Tickley Wiggle-worm. But no matter! It was just as great for his team spirit.
Did you know that Sharpies don't write on sunscreen? Well, it's true! Luckily, the swim shop that sets up at all the meets had body paint pens. And we were back in business.
By the end of the meet, almost every square inch of my kids and their friends was covered. I drew the line at faces, but if I hadn't, there would have been some kids walking around with tridents down the length of their noses!
It was the most fun I've had at a meet, and there have been some great ones.
Back home in the AC now, and it's back to work for me!
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3 Comments:
You totally win the award for best reason no knitting got done! I love the pictures and your kids must love YOU for being such a great mom.
What great memories those boys will have!! I still remember my mother making up me and all my girlfriends for Halloween one year - it's one of my favorite memories. :-)
That's when being an artistic Mom really pays off! There are worse things than tridents on noses...as long as they come off. :-)
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