Don’t hate me because I’m prolific

Remember those “Don’t hate me because I’m beautiful” ads? I remembered the phrase, but couldn’t for the life of me remember the product. (It was Pantene. Gotta love google.) It amuses me that advertisements can be so effective at getting into your brain that you’ll remember their taglines twenty years after the fact, but at the same time can be completely ineffective at getting you to remember which items they’re hawking.

Well, anyway, back to me being prolific…

I made another skirt. Another Sew What Skirts wrap, this time from the sheet I bought on Saturday. I wasn’t overly enthusiastic about this sheet, to be honest, but I bought it anyway because I needed to have something to swap. Now I’m glad I grabbed it – I really love it!

I think the subtle pattern is perfect for those days when I don’t want to wear anything too “loud.” I mean, let’s face it: most of my skirts are on the busy side. It was $2.50 well spent, I’d say. And I still have two pieces left to swap with, and another smaller chunk for my stash. I sense a new addiction. Thankfully the thrifted sheet addiction is a lot less pricey than the designer quilting cottons addiction (which, I’m happy to report, I’m doing very well at curbing right now).

So we’ve got fifty swappers signed up (not including me), and I spent some time yesterday trying to decide how to handle this so that I don’t make myself completely crazy. I had been keeping a spreadsheet of participants, and now I added to that a second spreadsheet to keep track of the sheets themselves. I then made a set of mail-merge labels from the spreadsheets so that I can mark each piece and know where it came from as well as where it’s going. I don’t want to accidentally send someone their own sheet back, and now with my nerdy little system, it shouldn’t be a problem. Sometimes it pays to be a geek

I was supposed to be getting a tour of a local Shop Rite with a bunch of 4-and-5 year olds today, but my sweet child sent me home, LOL!

Actually, what really happened was that they had enough volunteer drivers that they didn’t need me, and I never got last week’s memo that said as much. Eamonn forgot to bring it home. I figured the little cherub would still want me to come, so I asked him, “Do you want to go on the class trip with me, or do you want to go with Kevin’s mom?” He looked at me and said shyly, “well, Mom, Kevin is my best friend…” Say no more, kiddo. I made absolutely sure he was ok going without me, and then I left, suddenly having 2 extra hours this morning that I wasn’t expecting to have. I felt a little weird driving back home, all decked-out in my rain gear and happy fun shoes.

I think this is the first time one of my kids has rejected me in favor of a peer. I’m surprised it hasn’t happened sooner, really, but it still took me off-guard. I actually sat in the parking lot for five minutes just in case anyone came running out of the building calling, “Wait! Wait! he changed his mind!” I guess it goes without saying that nobody did