Okay, I hate doing this on only the second week, but there's no project to post this week. I've been sick all week and just haven't had the energy to do anything except what has been absolutely necessary. I have a check up on Monday, so I'm hoping that if I haven't kicked this bug that my doctor will give me some antibiotics. The frustrating thing is that everyone in the family has had this stuff for the last week, and I'm the one who got it the worst. Anyway, the most I've done this week on my project is cut out the fabric. And, since it's "Finished Project Friday" I just can't post my fabric! I'll try for next week.
Today I was sifting through all the clothing and pulling out clothes that were stained and torn, as well as clothing the children had outgrown. There was a huge pile of clothing to sort through, and an ever growing pile of clothes to donate. At one point, I pulled out a pink t-shirt and asked, "Whose is this?" Someone said it was Maryanne's, which couldn't have been true because it was a size 8. It wasn't her color anyway ... So I tossed it in the donate pile. (In hind sight, I now think my mom gave it to Maryanne for Christmas, and she said that she wasn't sure what size to get for Maryanne. Whoops on my part.) That's when Adam exclaimed that he wanted a pink shirt. Other children chimed in with, "It is his color." (Referring to his Dressing Your Truth type.) Adam bolted toward the donate pile and seized the shirt, promptly pulling it over his head and the collared shirt he had on. (Later he removed the collared shirt, after much cajoling from ...
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