Guy. You know when you really want to write a letter to some relative you miss and you think of it every four days for nine months--and then the longer you think of it, the longer the letter needs to be?
Yeah, well welcome to the post that feels like it needs to be 89 pages long. Fear not. It won't be.
I swear I didn't get kidnapped. Or (worse) stop sewing.
I would like to take this opportunity to submit an open letter to the person who named those weeks during the months of June/July/August "Summer Vacation.":
Dear Person Who Named Those Weeks During The Months of June/July/August 'Summer Vacation,"
You're a lying sack.
It's like I get hit on the head with a rock mid-september ever year that I can't remember that summer is actually NOT A VACATION. Oof. I worked so hard that I've got all new pit-stains on all my best t-shirts from my summer NotAVacation.
But I did manage to do this stuff:
I turned all our sadly-clad beds into Duvet Heavens. A couple of chenille frankensteins for Baby Pumpkinhead and for Us.
(Sorry I couldn't get more shots of this--it was naptime in Pumpkinhead's Doll School, so I had to get out of there before I woke somebody up...)
Also I re-covered my couch and chair since I talked to you last.
Also I've incorporated a Whole New Laundry System into my life (in hopes of being happier, more rested, more fulfilled, easier on my feet, less frustrated and the holder of a prettier garage--all goals that I'm sure this will accomplish...)
Everybody gets their own basket dirty-->washed-->dried-->folded (or not)-->dumped back into the drawer. I couldn't swing it without tags that involved polyester. I know: you don't blame me. But apparently I'm just messing with you because there are no current photos of said polyester tags. #apparentlyyouhavetobegme
Also: I can't believe I just told you about my new laundry system. I may have just become the most boring person I know. Excellent.
So that's my update, Interweb Friends. KIT. LYLAS. Write Back. --ginger.