Thanksgivings Past

Facebook showed me this photo the other night. Apparently I shared it three years ago. It's my "history." In advance of Thanksgiving, I cleaned out the fridge. It generated 24 comments...which may just prove I have a lot of weird friends.

Thanksgiving is at my cousin's house this year, so I won't be repeating the exercise.

*If you think I've reached a NaBloPoMo low, check this out: one Nablo'er wrote a post about how it feels to write every day, in pictures. Right about now, I'm baby Sylvester with a bag on my head.

Stay Sweet!

My sister and cousin are pigs. I'm not telling tales out of school, they'll tell you themselves how dirty they are. And then, if you're really lucky, they will prove it to you. So when I sent them a link to Locher's directing them to this shirt, I wasn't that surprised when my cousin bought not one but two shirts there. (Oh, she forgot to show them to us last night. Boo!) I had thought Sissy and I could pitch in for a shirt for her birthday which was Friday, April 13. Once she had filled her shopping cart with dirty embroidery, I thought I might make her Amy Butler's cafe apron. Then I realized I was a week away and I there was no way I could order the pattern then take on a project like that at the last minute.

Instead, I walked over to Tips Uniforms last week, found an apron I really liked, and spent some quality time on Sunday embroidering that something special on it for her. She loved it!

Note the new fridge in the background--so tall, so white, so dent-free.

So empty!