While Sophie was swim swim swimming today, Nels and I had lunch at My Sisters Bakery in Aberdeen, then we picked up groceries together. I love having one-on-one time with each kid; something a bit tricky when you have two young homeschoolers.
You may be noticing my son looks just like my husband. And you’d be right. Pretty much, I married the above about nine years ago.
You may also be noticing the awesomeness that is Nels’ shirt – an organic cotton / bamboo soft lovely that is a joy for he and I alike. Sunday when I was having a terrible, terrible day, a couple hours after the “your beloved cat has cancer and is going to die” call we hit the post office and I picked up the most wonderful package from my (online) friend Karen: a series of sewing-related goodness including this shirt, a Alabama Chanin project for my daughter, a pattern I cannot wait to sew up, and a little Etsy homemade journal – namely, the kind of things I love more than just about anything. Karen in particular (who has both an Etsy shop and a 1,000 Markets shop) is a stitcher after my own heart; I have sent her many emails querying her on seam finishes and ruffles and fabrics and patterns. And I don’t know how she knew I love homemade patch shirts so very, very much, but boy… I mean I think I love this shirt even more than Nels does, and that’s saying a lot.
Nels, with joy, contemplates his choices at the counter.
Napkins and water, check. Ready to devour ham and cheddar sandwich, banana split muffin (yes, it included a cherry on top). Good times.
(You can see more details of Karen’s lovely shirt in my Flickrstream).
There are times when I hate not seeing pictures on my work computer and this is one of them.
The shirt was the first thing I noticed. Very cool, and it looks super comfy.
This child is far too attractive. Stop having such adorable kids.
the shirt is amazing, and Nelsie is always amazing.
Is my life one big date? I wonder sometimes.
Yes! Your life is one big date! The cool thing is your kids don’t really get tired of you. Or at least, mine are always sighing and telling me how pretty I am and holding my hand. It’s pretty nice.
Jasie: done, and done.