It's Friday morning.
I'm on the computer, chatting with Shaun and finishing up a layout I began last night.
Em's in their room, changing clothes.
I hear Atticus walking around, bouncing a ball.
The sound comes closer.
I look over, and - wait a minute.
That's not a ball I hear bouncing.
That's the sound of our plunger. Being used as a walking cane. Around the house.
Hey, I want to get one of those hanging trays ordered form you for my friend Amelia's new house.
Can I put in special requests? Or is that absurdly annoying??
Email me @ abbeygore@yahoo.com and let me know. She's alerady painting and will be ready to hang things soon!
Love your new stuff on your blog.
TEACH ME.