Whew! Let me take a little breath here. I feel like the mayor of Crazy Town...
- It is Spring break so the girls are home from school and looking for some fun. Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday we were in Spokane, WA. We went to the Rock and Worship Roadshow (Mercy Me, David Crowder Band, and five more bands. $10 tickets. No joke. Serious fun!!), ate like pigs, shopped like crazy, and enjoyed each other's company.
- Today is Emily, Becca, and Libbie's birthday. I can't believe my triplet girls are TWELVE. Next year I will have FIVE teenage girls, but let's not borrow crazy from tomorrow. There is enough to go around today.
- Paige has a birthday on Monday. She's lookin' FOURTEEN in the face.
- And just to keep things interesting, Easter is tucked in between the birthdays this year.
Spring break, four birthdays, and Easter all in the same week. CRAZY. I tell you. C-R-A-Z-Y!
I have some handmade birthday goodness to share, but I can't show you just yet. I wrapped the little honeys before I snapped a picture. I'll show you the felty goodness soon.
Until then I've got a couple of other things I can share. These bags were custom orders. Well, one was a custom order. I made two so that there would be a selection for my customer to choose from. I planned to sell one to her and put the other one in my empty little Etsy shop. When I took the bags to her work place, she picked the one she liked and another lady in her office bought the other bag. SHAZAM! I love it when that happens.
Bag One...A little Anna Marie Horner fabric with a button flower detail...
And Bag Two...Mocha Carolina Chambray with a dragonfly detail...
She picked the dragonfly bag, just in case you are wondering.
That's all for now. I must get back to the birthday, Easter, Spring break celebrations. The girls are downstairs laughing wildly about some pictures they took in Photobooth on the Mac. I think I'm missing out on the insanity fun.
Up next today...Bowling. I haven't bowled since Ronald Reagan's first term as president. The shoes *ick* me out. But what's a mom to do. The triplets think it's a riot to bowl. You only turn twelve once so I'm off to knock over a few pins. Very few, I'm sure. Am I too old for gutter bumpers? Please say no...
Signing off from Crazy Town~
PS--Now you know why I have been so bad, bad, bad at responding to your comments and emails. I've read and enjoyed all of them. (All of them except that naughty, naughty spam that made its way into my comments. I hope none of you clicked on it.) Thanks, friends.