Friday, April 27, 2007

Will Wonders Ever Cease?

It's rainy here today, a little damp, but humid. I put Elena is capris and a t-shirt and she, gasp, asked if there was a crocheted jacket or something she could wear with it. She then remembered her pink poncho and wore it. What is up with that? She also mentioned the Microspun Fuchsia she picked out a couple months ago and told me to "hold onto it, don't use it, I am not sure if I want another bolero from it, but I may want something made with that.". Talk about a kid freaking out her mother.

I didn't work much on the Seafoam vest yesterday, just about an hour during Survivor. I did a bunch of stuff around the house and next thing I knew, it was dinnertime. I hate when that happens, but at least some stuff is caught up. I'll post a pic of my progress later today.

I do hope to drag out the sewing machine and look through the book, etc. I hate to start it when Elena is home because she'll want to jump right in and I don't know if I will have time or inclination today to do it. I hate that-indecision.

Shoot, I had something else to post and it slipped my mind completely (and no, it wasn't a Foodie Friday post) AArgh!


Kari said...

Thats been happening alot to me lately, I will open my blog to blog and then boom everyone has to have everything right then and by the time I get back I have forgotten it and then will start bloggin and have to get up 5 or 6 different times and by that time my post is all disjointed and weird lol

Sue said...

Your daughter must be getting compliments at school. Way cool. My daughter wouldn't wear anything I made in a million. You're a lucky gal.

Linda said...

LOL I think your little girl is growing up, and the fashion bug has bitten her. I imagine she's beginning to like those compliments on her outfits now.

Deneen said...

Ha! She said no one said a word about what she had on yesterday (or really ever says anything anymore)-so maybe that they AREN'T saying anything has her wanting to wear stuff?

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