So? Are you doing it? Are you committing to sew an hour a day this week on kid's clothes along with over 500 people and Meg?
As much of a non-committal type of person I am, this I can do. I thought I would get everyone's swimsuits sewn before the weekend. I didn't. Not even one. I'm shooting for next. I did, however, try out some new nail polish. I think it makes me look like those people who paint their whole bodies gold and stand statue still unless you put money in their box.
It was worth a shot. It looks stellar on Olive, though. Her toes are cuter.
As I readied some fabric for swimsuits,
Olive was sitting by my side chatting.
That's one of my very favorite times, when they'll just tell you anything in an informal kind of way.
She said she hoped she'd still be able to run when she got old.
I asked her how old she thought was old.
Well, your age.
I laughed and said I can still run.
In fact, I am going to be in a race.
Her eyes got big.
What kind of a race?
A sewing race?
That girl. No, but if there was a sewing race, I would totally get on my mark, get set, and go.