When our first son was born over 5 years ago, my husband joked early on that he wanted to keep the placenta in a jar. No kidding.
No way, no how.
By the time our 2nd son was born, he still had placenta on the brain. But this time, he got a picture to remember it by.
So when I came across this blog post, I immediately thought of the huz. And all the crafty opportunities he missed because of my insistence that he never, ever bring my placenta home from the hospital.
Photo courtesy of inhabitots.com
ummm...both of mine are at the back of my freezer.
ReplyDeletewe wanted to plant a tree with them.
but placenta art prints sound pretty wonderful.
YEAH! I can't help but find you completely fascinating. Mother earth incarnate.
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad to have re-discovered your blog.
out of everyone from those good old ASU days i've always wondered where you went, the amazing stories/poems you wrote, and the road you took. always was an admirer.
ReplyDeleteand on a side tangent: i thought you'd totally enjoy this because it totally upped my freezer ick
http://rackkandruin.blogspot.com/2010/08/placenta-is-new-black.html
Incredible. Thanks for sharing! You know the art is amazing when it evokes a physical reaction.
ReplyDeleteOn your first note, I am surprised by anyone about the road I took. And, it sounds like the admiration is mutual. I always thought you were a stunning strong woman. Glad to see you are still just that.
to sweet compliments and the roads we didn't take and the beautiful dirt road we found ourselves walking.
ReplyDeletei think of this:
Who are your favorite heroines in real life?
Proust: A woman of genius leading an ordinary life