My Quirky Boy

I am being gently prodded to update. I received a few comments from friends that it was dumb that my masthead was new, and the posting is old. Sooooo…

I have a new toy, an old new toy. A trash requisition of my husbands from years ago. It went to his grandmother who used it until she no longer could. After she passed it returned like a boomerang. I took it to the local sewing machine shop and as soon as I rounded the corner with it still in the case, he offered me a $100. I figured I should get it fixed, and take it for a test drive. $75 later Boo (formerly Baby G), and I take her for a spin.

Might I add it works like a dream…and my old one might go back to its rightful owner, and original purchaser. (Maybe)

This fall we were so lucky to see not one, but TWO woolies. I have not seen one of these since I was a kid.

A floating baby? An acrobat in training? Potentially,, she is FEARLESS. Her fearlessness, increases my anxiety 100 fold.

Lastly - the dynamic duo. I know what she is thinking.

“I got TOTALLY shafted on the sugar cereal”.

I can see her plotting mind on how to get a hold of those stale marshmallows. Ick.

Come back y’all real soon.