Good morning friends!
Getting fabric in the mail can brighten even the darkest day. I practically tore into the package with my teeth yesterday trying to get it open. It didn't matter that the kids were starving and fighting with each other, that the kitchen was a disaster, that I had to bake, that the piles of laundry somehow grew while I was at work........none of it was more important than petting my new fabric. Just look at it:
I managed to get 4 dozen of pizzelles done last night. Not only did I offer to bake 12 dozen cookies, I offered a cookie that has to be made on an iron.....two at a time. Yup, I do it to myself. There's no one else to blame. I'm pretty sure it's genetic, right Deb?
Some day soon I will try to take pictures when it's actually light outside. I apologize for the poor quality.
I'm off to make lunches.