Thursday, January 31
Tuesday, January 29
Thursday, January 24
Honeycomb dipper and a military haircut look-alike.
Christmas dog spoon from Grandma and Grandpa. Always a big hit.
Naked baby and the whisk, or is it a beater? There is a difference, according to my sister-in-law who is in culinary school. (Apparently it has something to do with the weight of the item.)
Salad spoon, her very very very favorite toy of all!
Monday, January 21
Saturday, January 19
All along I have been drawn to the characters in the book as well as the plot. It is said to be one of the first fictional feminist texts ever written, as it discusses several radical ideas at the time: a woman's role in marriage being more than just the housekeeper and socialite, the responsibilties of the husband towards his wife and family's emotional well-being as well as temporal, and the true meaning of one's "duty to God." It is about a woman in a horrible marriage, trying to figure out how she can take back her life and that of her son's. I feel for Helen and yet I am struggling to finish it.
The author is e-x-t-r-e-m-e-l-y l-o-n-g-w-i-n-d-e-d, and the story itself is written in a rather silly way. It's a letter from Gilbert to his friend explaining how he meets Mrs. Helen Graham, and the remaining 3/4 of the book consists of Gilbert copying verbatim Mrs. Graham's diary for his friend to read (where she verbosely records all dialogue with her first husband and her miserable existence). It's so unlikely (no, it's impossible) that anyone would, first of all, write down exceedingly long conversations with others in their diary, pass it on for another to read, and then have that person copy the diary in its entirety for someone else. It bugs me. I only have about 60 more pages to go, and while I'm excited to see how it all ends, I think it could have been concluded 30 chapters ago.