When Twin models for me she tells me very specifically not to get her face in the frame. Mwahahaha. I don't pay the least bit of attention to that. She looks very pensive, doesn't she? The bag is a gift for my etsy customer numero uno, aka the woman who birthed me. She ordered some cards about two weeks ago, but I didn't mail them, intending to make a little something extra for her to stick in the package. And the weeks tick by and she wonders if maybe I forgot to mail her order. eeeep. But it's in the mail now! Promise! And see what you get for your patience. A somewhat oddly tall tote bag. Lined in a bright lime green and appliqued with some leafy spring goodness. The handles are also somewhat oddly long. Good thing you are so tall, mama.
And more linen bags. Little lunch sacks. For sale in the etsy shop. I think perhaps I am channeling my inner Japanese Craft Book. Too cute! Toooooo cuuuuuuute!
I am doing my laundry tonight. It had gotten to the point where I was wearing dress slacks every day and the socks with the holes. The socks that thought they had retired, gone to laze the rest of their days at the very bottom of the drawer. But they've been pressed into service this week, along with the underoos that really should only be rags. The laundromat is just around the corner, but I have this thing about only making one trip. So I use this huge backpack that is (quite literally) as tall as me. Then I carry an equally enormous fabric carryall over one shoulder. In this way, I am able to shuffle slowly and awkwardly to the laundromat with four loads of laundry in tow. I could get a granny cart if I weren't so stubborn. Because then I would be a real New Yorker, and I don't think I'm ready for that.
And now that I have told you in exhaustive detail all about my laundry (which you find immensely interesting, I'm sure), I have to go back to the laundromat, fill up my bags, and shuffle back to the house. But at least I'll have fresh sheets to sleep on, and my little toes will be properly clad tomorrow.