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On the agenda this week, making nine of these dolls to give as favors at Bo's birthday party Monday.
I'm going to make them with the eyes closed, though, to fit the "Sleeping Beauty Goes Camping" theme. The dolls' eyes will be closed. Not mine.
We're sticking to a budget of $150 for the party (including presents--thank you, Craigslist). Helping in that effort is the decision to make this a little girl's party (as it probably should be) rather than a get together for our friends (who drink beer and require more sustenance than tea sandwiches) with a scoop of birthday on the side.
I was discussing this with the nice woman cutting my fabric at Jo-Ann's today (9 party favors total cost: $26, thanks in large part to healthy supply of fabric scraps in my craft room). While I was there, I couldn't resist a little purchase for myself. McCalls patterns are on sale for 99 cents today, and I think this hat pattern will come in handy come fall.
It's the brown one, center top, that I want to make, minus the braid. And for 99 cents, I think I will. Some of the others would be perfect if I decide to go as Mrs. Roper on Halloween this year, don't ya think?
P.S. It's J and my anniversary today, so I couldn't resist posting a picture from our wedding in 2002.
This summer also marks the point when we've known each other as long as we haven't. 18 years without him, 18 years with him (give or take a few years when we were didn't want anything to do with each other). I know quoting the Dave Matthews Band is tragically unhip these days, but "you come to me like wine comes to this mouth so tired of water all the time. You quench my heart, and you quench my mind."
Cheeeeeesy. I know. Sorry. He's just so dang great.
Here he is patiently getting "help" from the girls while fixing the sprinkler system:
And here is the result of letting your daughters think that they're being useful: