Early (verrry early. Like, 4:30 am early good lord) Olive and escaped the winter wonderland of Edmonton and took a plane to come bask in some balmy BC weather. We are staying with my mom in Victoria for a bit, and then taking a trip to see Adam’s family. Thank god for spontaneity and seat sales, right?
Olive is currently in Nana heaven, having been gifted with a tutu and a new (to her) pair of shoes. She refused to take either off all day yesterday, so it appears that the solution to having her remain in a fully-clothed state is to funnel clothes through my mother in some sort of elaborate scheme akin to money-laundering. But with socks and pants instead of dolla dolla bills y’all.
I think that possibly the best accessory in the world to a tutu is a little pot-belly, and I really think that ballerinas everywhere should really consider it. I mean really.
Also occupying top spot on her love-list right now is my mom’s cat, Oliver. She hugs him, pats him, kisses him and smooshes her face next to his and repeats “We the same!” (I…have no idea? Is it their names? The mutual love of all food and snuggling? The unifying factor here eludes me for the moment, but I am going with it.)
He is being remarkably patient with her, for an elderly cat, even yesterday when she had him by the neck, gently but firmly pushing him to the floor whilst muttering excitedly “I make him lie down!”
This is the face she makes virtually every single time she is near him. I actually want this face tattooed on my face. This is the face of sheer, unbridled, violent glee.
So far we are quite enjoying being able to feel out extremities when outdoors – what a novelty! Today we are taking O to a museum, and on the weekend we plan to hit up the circuit of gingerbread houses, tree displays and the lighted truck parade, of course. Maybe even a visit to the big guy himself.
Posting might be light for a while during all of this Christmas chaos. I hope you and yours are gearing up for a fabulous holiday, whatever you choose to celebrate.
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such a good writer you are Perhaps we will see you when you are in PR
Cynthia
Sounds lovely. Not sure you should really be taking a cat to the museum though…
Olive and I have similar taste in cats and clothes. I have that exact top (except in a much larger size) and have been known to cuff my jeans to battle the curse of short legs. No tutu, though. Yet.
“We the same!”