When you count back three fingers on your hand and realize that's how many days it's been since you've left the house, it's time to get in the car with your husband and son and go to your local coffee house and then spend at least 30 minutes in your second favorite flea market.
It's been really fun to be running errands lately, but obviously not in the last three days, and have a sales person ask what I'm making with ALL OF THAT ______(insert crafty material) and mention the new store and have them say, "Oh, the one on Commercial St."
Both our regular and fill in postman have noticed we have had a lot of packages showing up for Red Velvet something or other and looked up our blog and recommended taking advantage of their small business shipping options. Really? That's what I call service!
We're going to have a high of 16 degrees on Thursday. If that isn't worth looking forward to, I don't know what is.