Our friend is the guy in front in the goggles. He normally spends New Year's Eve with us, but this year he stayed over on Sunday night instead.
The other guy is t.c., who happened to call on the phone. I teased him, "Yeah, we're having a sleepover. You should come too." His parents said yes, and soon he was here.
Tim's room is a little intense right now. We have to go through the closet and get things straightened out so he can put away his new gifts.
See what I mean? He always blames his nephews, but I just don't know.
I've been sewing blankets for a new baby girl. After the blankets were done, I felt brave enough to face that closet where all the fabric is.
Okay, this is a bin overflowing with fabric in amounts large enough to sew blankets out of. There were five other totes with scraps. I sorted them by color, but the chance of me ever making any patchwork designs is slim. It just takes time I do not have.
Okay, that makes sense. In cleaning this closet, buried all throughout were brand new packages of blanket binding. That's expensive, about seven dollars each. When they were all together in a shoebox? There were twenty-four. Who could have imagined that?
See this stack? Also fabric in lengths a yard or over.
Anyway, I don't think anyone got that much sleep, but they were happy, running all over the house having fun, eating snacks, not even much arguing. We're heading into New Year's Eve feeling pretty happy.
I even think I'm going to go now and get my hair cut. Happy New Year! love always, Val
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