Friday, November 26, 2010
Awww... That was nice.
A quick read, this one's bound to get passed around from (would-be) rider to (would-be) rider. Definitely an unpretentiously pleasant and true-feeling tale. Give it an afternoon. I don't think you'll regret it.
p.s. What was my ACTION? You say. Well, I made pinecone turkeys.
How in heaven's name does that relate to this book? You ask. Well, reading about how Abby and her classmate Kyle crafted a clay version of Mission San Juan Bautista for a school-wide CA history project, I waxed nostalgic for the days of dioramas, Crayolas, and Silly Putty. Neither Abby nor Kyle had much money, so they had to make do. Hence, I decided to indulge my inner craftinator, but on a budget. I wanted decorations to freakify the day, to make Thanksgiving edgy again. And I did myself proud.
Check out yesterday's post to see my creepily fetching gobblers: icons of the day they be. And happily for all, no actual turkeys were sacrificed at my house this Thanksgiving.
Pedestrian pinecone pop-art or protectors of poultry? Jury's out.