Over the last couple days, I have found myself getting sucked back into my studio. This is a good thing - especially since there were many moments over the summer where I believed I was ready to put eieio to bed. I think, though, that that had more to do with the sweltering heat in my studio and close to zero time for work than a lack of desire. For the first time this summer, I've had a babysitter come in for a couple hours just so that I could get some work done. And I have gotten some work done. Now all I want to do is more...
But there is still a little bit of summer vacation left. And I don't want to waste that. Ella starts next Tuesday and Ollie starts the week after that and then there will be plenty of time. I have a little mother/daughter time this morning and as much as I would love to take her fabric shopping, I know that that really isn't the best way to spend our time. Some day it will be, but not today.
So, there is a brand new batch of Lunchbox Napkins in the shop. And hopefully another Reversible Roundabout and some Trick or Treat bags coming soon. And after September 12th things should get a lot more regular around here.
Today I have a lunch date and some hair accessory purchasing to do with my 2nd grader. 2nd grader. That just blows my mind. And a Kindergartener, which blows it even farther. I'll wait until they are both settled in and I am sitting alone in my house to think about everything that comes next...
This Boy
This boy
who wanted his head shaved but settled for a mohawk,
who has no interest in starting Kindergarten next month because he would love to stay in nursery school forever,
who requires more patience right now than I sometimes feel I have,
who knows exactly how he wants things and cries when his young hands can't comply.
I've said it before - It's so hard to be a little kid...
who wanted his head shaved but settled for a mohawk,
who has no interest in starting Kindergarten next month because he would love to stay in nursery school forever,
who requires more patience right now than I sometimes feel I have,
who knows exactly how he wants things and cries when his young hands can't comply.
I've said it before - It's so hard to be a little kid...
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