
Turns out that on a stormy day, an indoor rainbow is just as good as an outdoor rainbow.
Rainbow fruit and veggie kabobs:
Also to eat: rainbow goldfish crackers, leftover rainbow M&Ms, and a rainbow of juices (well, except for the blues--turns out there are no blue juices, so for blue we had Hawaiian Punch, and it was a BIG hit!).
Rainbow reading nook:
Also to do: making rainbow edible bracelets out of Froot Loops and stretchy elastic thread, coloring on a mural wall of butcher paper duct-taped up in the living room, running around in the yard and getting muddy and spraying the hose between rain showers, and all of the toys in the house. Toys are good.
The masterpiece:
And after:
Thrilling, this cake.
The rainbow party kids:
They were excellent party hosts, polite and generous and grateful and friendly. Well, at the exact end point of the party, when my partner was spraying children's feet mud-free with the garden hose, the older kid did throw mud right in his face, but like we always say, if you're not carried screaming hysterically from a party, then you clearly didn't have any fun.
Oh, and she apologized later.
In other news, one of the nice things about throwing a children's party is the plethora of sensible parents who also attend. As I limped barefoot across the front yard, one mom friend asked me why I was limping. I explained to her that I'd managed to puncture the top of my foot with a stick over at the community garden on Wednesday, and it was still red, sore, and swollen. Immediately, I seemed to be surrounded by a swarm of lecturing mothers, under whose close investigation I do come to wonder, myself, at my situation. I mean, I can't put on my shoe! That's probably not good, now that one comes to think about it.
Therefore, as soon as the party finished, I got on the phone with my insurance's nurse help line (she also lectured me), then bullied on the shoes, got in the car, and after only a brief stop at Vintage Phoenix for Free Comic Book Day, I found myself at the walk-in clinic, with a tetanus shot, an antibiotics prescription, and an order to stay in bed with my foot elevated today.
A day in bed?!? It's like Mother's Day came early this year.
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