Ever since I was a very little girl, I have been obsessed with rainbows. It’s the visual eye candy thing. Part of it is being an artist and seeing color a certain way. Part of it is genetic, as one of my earliest memories is going to a flea market with both of my parents and watching them pick out an arc rainbow letter holder. Seriously. A letter holder! And I bet if you ask my mom, she still has it. My early childhood bedroom was decorated with rainbows. My sister and I had a rainbow wall climber, rainbow pillows, stuffed rainbows, rainbow clothes, and our collective favorite – rainbow yarn comforters knitted by my father’s mother. They warmed and decorated our beds for several years.
And yes, my parents most certainly still have BOTH blankets. One for each of our bunks. They still have the bunk beds too.
Even now, rainbows are what I’m always looking for. When thinking about getting Scarlet a new bed and as I leaf through bedding catalogs, I’m looking for rainbows. In reality, she would be happy with any of the sheets we had as kids. Star Wars. My Little Ponies. Maybe even Doctor Who? I always look for rainbow clothes for Scarlet and luckily she’s liked it so far.
And I was going to get all political and tangent-y and say, in honor of the rainbow flag symbolizing LGBT pride and diversity, that I cannot for the life of me imagine why people out there care SO MUCH about who OTHER PEOPLE love and date. I cannot imagine! Hatred is hatred, no matter how you disguise it… and it seems awfully obvious that you’re either secretly gay, afraid that you’re secretly gay, or that you’re mentally ill..if you really care what OTHER people do with their love lives. Ok, sorry. Rant over. Let’s look at pretty rainbow pictures now, shall we?
A little of the deep with a little of the surface. And vice versa. That’s how my mind is always working.
My fellow rainbow-loving friend gave this hat to me when Des was born. She’s pregnant with her second right now…and…rainbows will happen:
Rainbow drool bomb!
As I said on Facebook, “What does a little baby need with so much eyelash?”
Sisters are helpful, and they pull your ears:
This next photo was taken after he tried in vain to crawl, and then just got too tired to continue:
And lastly, he isn’t ready to crawl, but he’s certainly getting ready to communicate. Listen loudly: