This was where I spent the bulk of Saturday: in our attic, clearing out the thirty or forty boxes that we’d piled up there to deal with “later”. I have plans for this space – I’m thinking a library on the side pictured above, and a guest bedroom on the other side – and will post pictures once it’s all pulled together. In the meantime, though, it’s fast becoming one of my favorite spaces in the house.
We took a break to eat at The Wobble Cafe, per reader Katherine’s rec.
You know, you can find kid-friendly restaurants in the city, of course, but in my (admittedly limited) experience “kid-friendly” mostly means either that you’re at a diner, or that it’s more “kid-tolerated”. Which is, you know, fine: I totally get why most restaurants aren’t exactly over-the-moon about having pasta sprinkled on their floors. But still: it’s nice, sometimes, to go somewhere that’s clearly set up just to make your little ones (and thus you) happy.
The Wobble Cafe is all cute mismatched everything, kids’ drawings on the walls, and straightforward food. Plus an awesome (and clean!) play area filled with toys and books, so kids (and my husband) can be entertained while waiting for the food to arrive.
While they played with trucks, Squirt and I paged through The Gallery of Regrettable Food – a collection of the worst recipes from the ’30s through the ’60s (Boiled Cow Elbow with Plaid Sauce, as one example). It’s fantastic, and so funny (and a great gift for a foodie).
And then I broke in the hammock.
I have wanted a hammock my entire life. No exaggeration.
This was my Great Find from Super Saturday: a C. Wonder picnic basket. I wasn’t sure it was the kind of thing I actually use, but I Twitter-sourced to find out whether I should buy it, and the answer was “yes and yes and yes”. As always, you guys were right, because presto: two weeks later, and it’s in the rotation.
And this was where we took our picnic basket for its first outing. Joy all around.