I had a strange day today, so to celebrate the oddness I had Emma draw the Bag winner. I was going to use the fancy web based random selector, but I just don't think I have the mental strength to figure it out this evening. Emma picked #8 so that makes the winner, commenter C. Kniffin. I am pretty sure I already have your address, so I will shoot you an email letting you know you are a winner! I will mail your bag out in the morning and it will be in your hot little hands in about a week
Thank you everyone for all your wonderful comments and you guys have some great favorite places.
As you know life with and around me is never a dull thing. Those of you who have been reading my blog for a while may be familiar with "the Crazy Bird Man" who has been filming my Channel Billed Cucko. Well I had to have a warrant for trespassing issued to him today. Seems he has turned out to be downright unstable. My husband asked him to move his observation post elsewhere and he went nuts, calling us ugly Americans. Well...the ugly Americans have involved the very helpful Northern Territory police force. I have never been a target before (as far as I know) so this is new for me. But I picked up on his strange nature from the get go. I think this is the first time I have had to call the police.
I remember one of my worst day during my husbands last deployment involved the Ft Hood MPs. It was August in Texas. We were having a PJ day since it was Sunday and I just didn't feel motivated to rouse and dress my tribe up that morning. I had been quilting all day long and my kids had been drawing on me with their crayola washable markers. I hope I am not the only one who has experienced this, but after my husband was away for so long my body would get touch deprived. The drawing on my arms, back and lower legs took care of two things A) It kept the kids busy in a safe and productive manner and B) it felt good, kinda like when you get your hair cut, the tugging and snipping of the scissors. Ok, so I am trying to paint a picture for you. It is a Hot Sunday, we all have our PJs on and I am covered with washable crayola tattoos drawn by my 3 year old and my 4.5 year old (at that time Sam was about 16 months old, so the house is a pretty noisy and rowdy place with 3 little kids and me). Well it is getting on towards dinner, so I have the beans on (I decided to try a new Williams and Sonoma recipe) and the kids and I are out in the back yard playing in the big plastic pool. Ethan has decided to fling off his bathing trunks to "go natural" but hey it is my backyard, and he is 3 so what the heck. I went in to stir the beans, and I heard the front screen door slam. In the time it took me to put the spoon down and walk around to the front door my naked 3 year old dashed outside, jumped on his bike and was zipping down the sidewalk. Oh and got stopped my a roving MP patrol, who was walking him up to my front door. Me in my PJs covered with drawings. We lived in Wainwright Village (very quiet company grade housing with big shady oak trees) and nothing ever "went down" there. Well, the civilian rent a cop called in back up for my little streaker and all the sudden I had 4 cop cars and 8 grown men in my front yard. And I got a lesson in parenting from a 20 year old man with no children. Thanks buddy. I hope you have triplets. Oh as well as all my neighbors. Well, that was one of my worst days. We don't really do PJ day anymore. My neighbors were all there to support me. It kinda freaks the army spouses out when a bunch of police cars are outside her friends house. Makes me break into a cold sweat. Oh well, there you have a little window into my life.
I finished some really cute bags today. They are up on Flicker. G. Preston if you are reading this for some reason, please check your spam folder, you have some emails from me there. Thanks!
I will be getting the website ready for a couple custom slots tomorrow. I will send you an email too, just to give you early warning. I have no idea if the slots will be snatched up, but I want to be able to give you a chance if you want one.