A Spring Walk
We live in a small town. I always thought I was a big-city gal (in my all-black, punk days), but now that I'm a mom, I'm definitely all about small towns. We don't have mail delivery to our house, so we have to pick up our mail at the post office. On days I don't have to go anywhere, I usually don't check the mail. It usually equates to only checking the mail about 3 times a week. Pretty pathetic. Even more so because we only live a few blocks from the post office. Yesterday was so nice, I decided to take the children out for a walk. Apparently Spenser was excited, because she got all dressed up for the occasion. A crown , a smocket , and a purse. She even pushed her favorite baby in her shopping cart. When the sidewalk changed from brick to cement, she carried her shopping cart over the hump. We passed the local fire station and peeked at the trucks. The children never grow weary of the fire engines. We even had a good mail day! Karyn sent some Cadbury Popping Min...



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And with all those dotty fabrics I do NOT see the exclusive "club fabric" (unless I skimmed and missed it).
DianNe - Don't ask about the exclusive club fabric. It's nothing.
May I ask if these are your recent purchases/acquisitions or from stashing over a long period of time....?
And of course, what are you gonna make out of them!
Dots! You either love them or love love them! I am somewhere in between!
Gina watches over my shoulder as I read blogs, and I have been meaning to tell you that everytime your blog opens she says she is sad for your son. She hates that he is crying in the picture. I love your picture as it seems to capture childhood perfectly, she on the otherhand empathizes with whatever your little one must have been feeling that day, too cute!
Where did all the ones in the middle come from? Those are great for quilts.
I have a few yards each of black with white dots, white with black dots and black with pink dots. And they can be yours (happily!) if you are interested.
Just say the word and they'll be in the mail on their way to your doorstep.
Please?
ahem.