Wednesday, September 04, 2013
I'll save the tap dance update for a moment, but I have to confess to being something of a slacker lately -- but with good intentions. I wanted to get my house cleaned up for fall.
Over the long weekend I DID do a little dancing and knitting, and Monday we took Little Bear to the park to feed the ducks leftover bread, but I finally had to beg my Mom to come over and help because my entire goal for the weekend was to get my Dining Room turned into an actual dining room -- and I was making almost no progress with it. I knew Mom could get me on track and finish in record time. Which we did, thanks to my mother, the queen of project management.
Here's what happened: the baby's room used to be my junk/sewing/craft/hobby/whatev
er room. I mean in theory it was the guest room, but there was a storage cabinet and craft desk in there, and all the other furniture was stuffed full of yarn or fabric or fleece, so it was an organized mess that simply got transferred to a different room when I started nesting and wanted to fix up a nursery.
All that mess ended up in the dining room. And let's face it -- I don't entertain (well, I didn't) and since it was really just the two of us, and we never ate in there, it was the "perfect" place to store all that mess. Well, for a while.
Autumn is my absolute FAVORITE season of all, and over the years I've been collecting autumn dishes with a pumpkin and nut theme. I remember I was so thrilled when I found a pumpkin shaped soup tureen and four pumpkin shaped bowls with lids! On sale, even! Anyway, this year I wanted to get the house cleaned up and ready for autumn early -- in September -- and actually try some of those wreath crafts that all the fancy stay-at-home moms in my neighborhood make. AND I wanted to use my antique china cabinet/display thing to show off my "punkin" dishes, as Little Bear calls them.
It took the better part of Monday, but we managed to get everything out of there, organized, and in storage or trash containers. AND I got my dishes displayed to my satisfaction, which I kept looking at all evening as we sat at the table (FINALLY!) and ate the fabulous dinner Hubby made. In the dining room, no less. It's almost like being a normal family for once!
Now that the room is open, Little Bear keeps running through there and examining everything, including an overstuffed chair which I'm going to have to move because he insists on sitting in it on his head and doing flips off the arm rests.
His new thing is "tap dancing" -- which is hilarious considering I just started taking tap again. He puts on his hard soled shoes and does this little machine-gun trot-stomp through the kitchen, looking like a wind-up monkey or something. He gets tickled doing it, but what really blew his mind was me trying on my own tap shoes and flap-balling through the kitchen. I'm going to teach him some basics this weekend, just to see if he can follow my lead. It will be fun to have another tapper to play with :)
So I went to my first tap class in like 15 years last night, and even though it was only 30 minutes, it was fun. I have forgotten the names of a lot of things, but it came back pretty quickly. My former teacher was insane, and never broke anything down. He would just do a step and then look at you and you had to repeat it. (Master teachers do that a LOT! You sink or swim, pretty much.) Unfortunately, the woman who owns the studio and who taught last night is not actually the person who will be teaching the class -- she has a college student in to teach, who actually took the class with me last night. I have this funny feeling about her. I'm not sure how long she'll stay. Then of course I got to thinking about teaching and teaching kids, and teaching tap to kids, and wondering if I might soon end up with ANOTHER part-time job :) I think I'd actually really enjoy that, if things don't quite work out with the college student. I'll see how it goes with my own kid, though, before I try to take on other people's kids. :)