These pictures come with a story to share, if you care to read it.
Or you can just enjoy the pretty pictures.
The day after we got home from Maryland last week we went to register at our new school. Which took a bit of time. After that we went to see the house we are buying -because at that point I’d only been inside once and wanted to be reminded what it actually looked like. And scope out closets, yard, etc. My sister met us there with her kids and by the time we were wrapping things up we needed to feed our hungry kids some food pronto.
So we decided to see what food options were in our new neighborhood. We found a Wendy’s to get food for the kids, but on the way we passed a place called Barbacoa that makes GREAT burritos which sounded much more appealing to the adults. And because it was 98 degrees outside and we were desperate for air conditioning, we decided to be supremely tacky and take the kids’ Wendy’s food inside the burrito place. These are the things you have to do when you have 7 hot, hungry cousins and only two adults. But it was worth it because the burrito was GOOD. And the place was mostly empty, so we didn’t feel that bad. Except for the two other diners in the whole restaurant who were unlucky enough to have 9 starving people sit at the table right next to them.
By the time we left I was feeling pretty harried, I admit it, despite my lovely sweet pork burrito. And what did I do? I backed into a parked car behind us in the parking lot. And it wasn’t just any car. It was a black Mercedes sports car that looked like something Edward Cullen would drive. *sigh*
Well, my guardian angels must have been using their muscles that day because when I pulled forward there was no body damage to either car. Just two scratches of paint off the bumper on the Mercedes. [Which is still going to cost us $500.] So I re-parked my car, went back into the restaurant and interrupted the same to guys we drove crazy before to ask them if one of them was the proud owner of a once-perfect sports car.
I had been debating whether it was worth the effort to haul all four of my kids into the new quilt shop in the same shopping plaza, but after my embarrassing experience, I figured I needed a pick-me-up, despite the risk of further humiliation.
Needless to say, the shop did its job. Look at those beautiful bolts! This is a little shop called Just Sew in Highland, Utah. (Or maybe it’s Alpine, Utah. I always get confused with the borders.) A cozy shop, but every bolt of fabric was wonderful and well chosen.
While I’m there my girls are being patient and my boys are playing happily at another lovely kids’ table while I browse. Until the three-year-old announces he needs to go to the potty. And it’s not just a quick trip. Fortunately the shop had clean and convenient facilities. While we’re in there taking our own sweet time, the 5-year-old bursts through the door and announces he has to go as well. And again, it’s not just a quick trip. He has to sit down too!
I am convinced my boys have a Pavlovian response to quilt stores. From the time each of them were babies they would always pick the moment I ran into the store where I work to fill up their diaper, so I would then have to hurry and get out of there before they would stink-up the joint. Seriously, I can’t even count the times that has happened. And apparently it’s not just the store where I work, it’s ANY quilt store.
It must be some kind of defense mechanism for little boys. My husband still visibly cringes when he sees the JoAnn Fabrics sign because of the memories of spending time there with his own mother as a kid.
So our quick trip turned into a much longer trip than anticipated, but it wasn’t fruitless. I’ve been collecting a bit of vintage Christmas fabric for an etsy project (that is obviously going to be delayed this year) and fell head over heals for these prints. I had never seen them before – they were introduced to me by my new friend Aunt Spicy and they are adorable. They are by Sheri Berry designs for Lyndhurst Studios. You have to check out the link to see her other designs. They are SO stinkin’ cute.
Just like my boys.