Dear Rachel, the fact that you think my floors are clean made me LAUGH OUT LOUD. So hard. I have the dirtiest floors of anyone I know, and if they look clean, it is a testament to the power of shallow depth of field. Maybe you were joking? Seriously, my path is constantly crossed by meandering tumbleweeds of animal hair. All doors hide secret stashes of dust. Is everyone appropriately disgusted? Great, someone come over and sweep my house, I will pay you in fabric.
Moving on. There has been much sewing in anticipation of craft shows, and much craft show failing. This is, I suppose, to be expected. It is not the best time of year for craft-showin', and the ones I have been in recently have been rather small. The plus side of this is that I now have a TON of stuff, if I ever get my backend around to photographing it.
Speaking of taking photos, Baxter and I have been working on his headshots. He has decided to get into the acting business. I will spare you from explaining all the subtle emotions he is trying to portray, and let you guess.
I am absolutely sure that there was something else that I really wanted to say, but I have forgotten it. You have ow had the exact experience of having a conversation with me in real time. Sense-making? Bah.