There are a ton of handmade mask patterns out there. Luckily my habit of starting and abandoning various crafting projects has left me with a generous supply of quilting fabric, bias tape, elastic, thread, bandanas, old t-shirts, and flannel lying around the house. So I decided to put those raw materials to work by making and reviewing 6 so-called “easy” cloth face mask patterns.
It’s been 33 days since we began sheltering in place. I suppose I should be using this time to write the next great American novel or taking my daughter’s education to the next level. Instead, I’m leaning into the idea that now is a great time to teach The 13-Year-Old some life skills, like how to manager her own schoolwork, clean her own bathroom, wash her own clothes, and regularly vacuum the chair(s) she likes to snack in.
In which I talk about some of the things I’ve been doing instead of posting on Caterpickles.
In this week’s extract from my now-deleted Facebook archives, a bat convinces me not to decorate for Christmas. Merry Christmas, y’all.
In this week’s extract from my now-deleted Facebook archives, the Five-Year-Old sings a letter to Santa.
Happy 4th of July! We’re going to take a few days off here at Caterpickles Central to enjoy the summer and maybe learn a few things about vintage cars. ‘Tis the season for vintage cars, after all.
Last week in my ongoing search for hard data about the benefits of remaining curious, I came across an article in Thrive Global about Matthew Berger, the 9-year-old who discovered a missing link in the story of human evolution while he was out walking with his dog. What struck me about this story, was not the boy’s reaction to his discovery, but his father’s.
My daughter didn’t have any new questions about Santa this year (sniff! she’s growing up), so here’s a collection of your favorite holiday posts from years past. Thanks for reading Caterpickles.
Just a quick post to let you know I’ve got another book event coming up December 6-8, 2018 in Los Altos, California.
Years ago, when I started this blog, neither my daughter nor her friends read on their own. They were never online, which gave me considerable freedom when it came to posting funny stuff my daughter said. But now that my daughter is 11, the potential fallout from telling funny stories from her day is much greater. What’s a curious mommy blogger to do?