This year's edition of Teachers Gifts are adorable nest necklaces. I made one for myself a few months ago. (I was procrastinating cleaning the house and decided, instead, to sit on my kitchen floor and make a necklace.) In the past few months, I have gotten a lot of compliments on my necklace, so I decided to make them in bulk. A friend's birthday, Mother's Day, and birthday gifts for my three sisters. So far they are a huge hit. (I personalized theirs using pink and blue pearls reflecting their children and families.) So it was no surprise when I decided to make them for the teachers this year. I saved up all my 40% Michaels coupons (and made Joe load the Michaels app onto his phone for more savings -- he must really love me). I made twelve necklaces in all. I was able to make four necklaces from each pack of wire and each pack of chain. To package them, I put them in small, fushcia organza bags (from Michaels) and placed them in zebra-striped ...
I promised myself that, when I bought a box of Swiffer WetJet refills at the wholesale club, it would be the last box I bought. Something had to be done. Now, to be honest, part of the reason was to help the environment, but the other part was because I was tired of running out of those darn things. I took some towels, folded them in half cut them into 5" widths. (The towel was just about 25" or so from side to side when flat.) Then I cut two 5" pieces of elastic and serged it all together. Two layers of toweling and two elastic strips. That's it. (The finished piece was approximately 4.75" x 12.") Within minutes I had a stack of eight. Slide them on and mop away. You will have a clean floor and have saved one more thing from ending up in the landfill. Now, if I can just do something about the cleaning liquid ... Something environmentally-friendly, economical, and won't cause further pain to my arthritic back.
Today is the birthday of a very special little girl . She is three. She has been such a blessing to our family. And she is adored by each one of us. I can't imagine our lives without this little bit of feminine sweetness. Lately she has been pulling back my hair and telling me "secrets." They go like this: Spenser: "I love you." Me: "I love you ." Spenser: "I love you more." Me: "I love you more." Spenser: "I love you the mostest." Me: "I love you the mostest." Spenser: "I love you more than you love me." Me: "I love you more than you love me." And we giggle the whole time. Happy birthday, Spenser. I love you more than you love me.
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(um, still having trouble with all their names, but I'm working on it.)