Houston is beginning it's faint glow on the horizon. I'm no longer worried about dolls arriving on time or unbroken. They've arrived and if they're broken - well, maybe I can salvage them when I get them home.
So, with the doll worries over, suddenly I'm asking myself - what on earth am I going to wear?! I've an idea if I stacked every piece of clothing in my closet, it wouldn't weigh as much as the fabric in my 45 gallon tub of doll fabric. It's not that I don't like having pretty new clothes, I just never find any in Michael's or Hobby Lobby or JoAnn's. And it's well known that I HATE to shop and can't sew worth a darn.
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