Sara + h

the dangers of fabric shopping

Did you know that fabric shopping can be dangerous not only to your wallet but to your physical self as well?  I'm here to tell you it's true.

Today, while roaming S.R. Harris I apparently dropped a bolt of upholstery fabric, a big one, on my toe.  I say apparently because I wasn't actually aware when my injury occurred.  I supposed I could've stubbed my toe but that seems less likely and regardless, whatever it was I did, I didn't feel it when it happened.  I didn't become aware that something was amiss until I was driving home.  Those of you who've had a toenail injury will understand when I say that I had that "my toenail feels like it's flapping in the breeze" feeling and when I got out of the car I discovered my battered and bloodied digit.

While the state of my toes hasn't been all together pretty of late this is an entirely different kind of ugly.  I've lost somewhere between 1/3 and 1/2 of my toenail and while it may not have hurt at the time of injury, um, hello, it hurts now!  Ow.  Ow.  Ow.

Thankfully, I did find some nice fabric at a nice price.  I purchased seven yards of a heavy chenille and two 20"x20" pillow forms for about $75.  Not too shabby.  Just be warned.  You may want to wear steal-toed boots if you decide to go trolling S.R. Harris yourselves.  Birkenstocks may be foot friendly elsewhere, but there, not so much.

   

mail :: installment no. 2

:: from Erin ::

A few months ago, Erin contacted me asking for Lola's and Astrid's sizes saying she was up to something "very little" (ha!).  I forgot about that exchange (a good thing seeing as Sarah + anticipation = a sort of existential pain beneath the cool exterior...because I of course have a cool exterior...really, I'm  cool...I AM, dammit!) until more recently when she reminded me of it by saying there was only a short bit longer to wait.  I forgot about that exchange too until our mail lady handed me the package from Erin one morning recently when the girls and I were hanging out in the front yard.  Unlike Sally's package, with this one I simply started ripping.

Inside there was this for Lola

this for Astrid



and this for me.



A damn fine mail day, don't you think?