And, I certainly do love the Little House books. And then the "house" periodicals on how to make everything pretty and nice inside and out, if you've got the cash. And, don't forget our good friends Dr. Sears, Dr. Spock, and Dr. Brazelton. And, then there are the books my mom gives me that are always about a journalist, missionary or some other bleeding heart getting kidnapped while trying to save the world, and make it through their harrowing journey to write a great book. I don't read those last ones, to be honest. Something about being a mom makes it extremely hard for me to stomach anything heavy besides the esoteric heaviness of poetry (or, of course, Harry Potter).
On another note... here is the fabric for the Yard Sale skirt. One of these days, I may actually start on it.


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