No, I mean it. Eli's insistence on being held has left me more handicapped than last week's nail salon adventure. Shorter this week, btw, and painted 'Cha-Ching Cherry'... they leave me feeling just terribly cute. I think I'm gonna keep 'em. You gotta watch out for That Kelly. She is such a bad influence.
The AGA is restored to working order, with a new burner unit and thermostat, and a thorough cleaning inside and, well, the inside is really clean. The outside got the standard razor blade scraping of the bad bits, and some BonAmi and Mr. Clean's magic eraser. Passable for a magazine shoot; definitely not AGA showroom shiny. Good enough for Becher Haus, 'cuz we're just gonna mess it up again anyhow.
The new fabric shelves are fantabulous and lovely and perfect. Now, how do I go about asking for more of them? I'd have a photo of them both here, but I'm a lazy, forgetful lout who keeps forgetting the camera. Tomorrow, dearies... I'll have Melly take the photos herself, if all else fails. I had a whole fun post planned, but the heat of the day sucked it away, and the strangeness of this new lifestyle keeps weirding me out, and my kids were grouchy butts and meatloaf... I came home from work and built meatloaves. Ten tiny ones, and my butty kids ate eight of them, and took showers and now I just miss that man who is cute and lives here and who vacuumed the whole house today with the new Sego vacuum. Tomorrow I am going to relearn short-row heels, drag the spinning wheel into the shop, and start planning quilt kits, because I'm told it's the wave of the future. I'd had such high hopes for the fabric bits of Clementine's. Quilt kits really? As in, just gimme one of those and I'll make the exact carbon copy of the thing on the front ? Oh, dear. But if that's what it takes, alrighty then...
Amy Butler patterns due to arrive any day. If you have volunteered to sew, say, a skirt , then be alerted that in a day or two you'll have some deciding to do. Swatches will be on the blog... maybe we should have everyone vote on which ones should become what objects? hmmmm... so, lil' dude is asleep now. Have a fab evening, and yes, to all who've asked, I *do* mail order for yarn, fabric, etc. Call the shop and let me know your heart's desire. (store number is three one seven, seven three six, oh, oh,one, two) How's that for avoiding those sneaky robots? g'night. Cami