I don't encourage you, do I? I never tell you how much your comments mean to me. How I check my e-mail wondering if, when, you'll comment on what I have to say. So here it is: me, responding.
I'm shocked, shocked, that no one was appalled by my father's firm grasp on the MREs from Vietnam... about 30 years past their sell-by date, as it were. I will bring the camera next time we journey to the center of the attic, but I can offer a shot of the goodies I'll be putting on e-bay after camp.
I'm glad to know I am not alone in my feelings about the EGA. Jo's so lucky, and even Katrina because she has alternatives. If I have them, I haven't found them through a google search. I do wish working women, and especially women with children who work outside the home (all mothers are working mothers), didn't perplex people so much. But it's good to know others are struggling with the issue. It is through this struggle that we will persevere! (Or, I'll win the lottery, stop working, and find something else to complain about.) Even though someone was willing to admit that the boards can get to her, you all were so kind to ignore the part where I make fun of a dead girl. It's great. You think I'm funny, and the weird parts you sort of ignore. Now imagine if you knew me in person and had to negotiate those landmines.
Nevertheless, I hope I get to meet Michelle when she comes to Philadelphia.
I found both Adorn and Sew Simple at Borders, if that helps.
And as always, many thanks for your kind comments on my work, the cards, the stitching, all of it.