Elmo, the Itsy-Bitsy Spider, and Ingrid Bergman
I watched The Inn of the Sixth Happiness with my grandparents last night. As the credits started and my grandmother saw who was in the film, she said "Oh! Ingrid Bergman! I knit a dress for her once."
"Er ... what? You mean the Ingrid Bergman?" I asked.
"Oh, yes, back when I was working at a sweater shop just outside Hollywood. I also knit a cardigan for Joan Bennett at some point."
So ... apparently knitting can get you places.
In other news of my life, I've been baby-sitting a two-year-old and a five-year-old every day while their parents are at work and re-acquainting myself with children's television.* (Elmo's World is an abomination, but Sesame Street is still moderately entertaining. I wish I had a streetful of people talking me carefully through any little problem I might have in life, and cheering wildly for me whenever I succeeded in small things.) I've also been leaf-collecting and trying to remember all the kid's songs I know, since two-year-old Emma sings the ABC's about twenty-six times a day if not prompted with other great hits like "The Itsy-Bitsy Spider" and "Old McDonald."
Hopefully someday soon I'll be getting a phone call for an interview that will tear me away from the world of the little people soon, but in the mean time it's keeping me solvent. And I'm getting really good at the ABC's.
*I keep feeling bad that the kids are watching a ton of TV while I sit, but it seems pretty normal for them and my dad tells me that it was pretty normal for me at that age too. Apparently restrictions on TV-watching tend to come after the kids are old enough to read and/or play outside by themselves, which makes sense.
"Er ... what? You mean the Ingrid Bergman?" I asked.
"Oh, yes, back when I was working at a sweater shop just outside Hollywood. I also knit a cardigan for Joan Bennett at some point."
So ... apparently knitting can get you places.
In other news of my life, I've been baby-sitting a two-year-old and a five-year-old every day while their parents are at work and re-acquainting myself with children's television.* (Elmo's World is an abomination, but Sesame Street is still moderately entertaining. I wish I had a streetful of people talking me carefully through any little problem I might have in life, and cheering wildly for me whenever I succeeded in small things.) I've also been leaf-collecting and trying to remember all the kid's songs I know, since two-year-old Emma sings the ABC's about twenty-six times a day if not prompted with other great hits like "The Itsy-Bitsy Spider" and "Old McDonald."
Hopefully someday soon I'll be getting a phone call for an interview that will tear me away from the world of the little people soon, but in the mean time it's keeping me solvent. And I'm getting really good at the ABC's.
*I keep feeling bad that the kids are watching a ton of TV while I sit, but it seems pretty normal for them and my dad tells me that it was pretty normal for me at that age too. Apparently restrictions on TV-watching tend to come after the kids are old enough to read and/or play outside by themselves, which makes sense.