SuperChic has decided that she needs glasses. She doesn’t, well at least I don’t think she does. She won’t let the eye doctor check her but her eyes are crossing like Rapunzel’s did.

My solution was to buy her a pair of glasses at Claire’s. They have UV protection but no magnification. She is as happy as can be with them.

She has also taken to drawing a lot of self portraits and family portraits. In the photo she was drawing a photo of me. I was instructed to sit very still with my head just so.

Her view on things cam be quite hilarious sometimes.

If you haven’t noticed my blog has been neglected but my Twitter account is much more active.

I am trying to get back to writing nut I an having a hard time sitting down at the computer to “write.” Last week Shawn bought me a hard backed journal. One just for me, just for writing. It’s not for grocery lists, or to do lists, or my knitting patterns.

I really needed that. When I was in school I used to write on a daily basis. Sometimes it was a letter, sometimes a poem, but it was something.

I miss that. I miss me.

I miss the me that wasn’t afraid NOT to hold her tounge in her writing. Just because I wrote it doesn’t mean that I have to post it and if no one else is going to read it I don’t have to worry about what I say. Maybe a few days of journaling will get me back on track.