Children's Fashion Workshop



I'm Erin.  Gardening addict, incurable maker, insatiable reader, closet author, chronicler of childhood, wanderer, wonderer.  I'm glad you've come to sit a while with me.

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Offhand comments:

9.y.o.-"I have three ant bites.  Can I use this stuff I found in the first aid kit on them?  It's called ant-acid." 

9.y.o.-"It would be awesome if we had a 3-d printer because then we could print anything. a tiny little model of Angkor Wat!"

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burning daylight

I love the tactile luxury of lying in bed on Saturday morning. The warm sheets and the weight of the blankets. I love the half-light of dawn and the fragrant, deep pillow that invites me to procrastinate a day’s worth of relaxing and odd jobs for just a few more minutes. It’s cold out there and warm in here. No, I won’t get up. I’ll just turn over and snuggle up to....Father Bird? Where is Father Bird?

Gone. Up, showered, dressed and busy by 6 am at the latest. Even on a Saturday morning. 

I do not understand this.

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