from my grandma. Are they fabulous or what? I am loving that brown dress in the middle...the collar, those pockets! A bright springy fabric would be perfect! Ooooh, or a nice soft corduroy in the fall. Now I just need to figure out how to adjust it to my size because as far as I can tell I'm not petite!
A plethora of crochet hooks in a variety of sizes and shiny colors, also from my grandma. I can hardly wait to start a new project. Hmmm...what should I make? A headband? A belt? A baby sweater or hat for Theresa's new baby? Oh wait, my little one requested a crocheted dress for her most favorite of dolls. I guess that's a good place to start.
Here's my $7 score. A pattern for the girls...skorts are a must and I want to make them myself....stash busting and all. Two yards of 100% cotton for some light and airy dresses, skirts, or skorts for the girls. I know I'm supposed to use up my stash before I can justify any new fabric purchases but it was only a couple of bucks. It would've been more wrong to not buy it! Oh, yes, the most exciting of all purchases....my first Sugar & Cream 100% cotton yarn! I've been eyeballing it for a while. I've been drooling over it every time I see it in the store. I've been picking up each color then putting it down, then taking the yarn that my girls are now sniffing and hugging and putting that down. No more! This time I chose some colors and bought them for each skein was only 98 cents...how could I not!?! You see, I had to. With my newly acquire hooks I felt very strongly that they should be accompanied by some very yummy yarn.
Alas, it is not all good news today. My most wonderful coffee cup has been broken. I bought this cup when we lived on Moloka'i while I was in the midst of learning how to do Hawaiian quilting. It was the perfect size with the perfect handle. You know what I mean? It traveled from Moloka'i, Hawaii all the way to Virginia--not on a plane with me, but in a box on the slow boat across the Pacific, then on who knows how many planes, trains, or trucks until it finally reached it's final destination in one piece, not even chipped. And here we are seven years later and it's broken. One good thing--I did it myself! I can't be angry at anyone. Tim didn't break it, the girls didn't break it. I broke it while putting the clean dishes away. Grrrr! Well, at least it was just the handle. Now it will be a lovely pencil holder for my desk and possibly the inspiration for some new decorations.