We went to the Children's Museum yesterday to visit 'ELAAAMO!" and play in the blue pit with all the cars and shovels. Sadly, they have removed all the digger trucks and Sam got fed up immediately and began behaving badly with the other children (placing your shoed foot onto the wrist of a happy little girl in order to remove the shovel from her hand does not constitute ASKING). The removal of the trucks is sad because we've been known to spend MORE THAN AN HOUR quietly digging in the corner and not bothering anybody or their mum.
On our way home we decided to take our friends on a happy little thrifting detour (actually it was a happy HUGE detour). Three dollars and ten minutes after arriving, we left with this little smock. It's similar to the ones I made as Christmas gifts, except this is smaller, sweeter, and the hand work is so well done (hand-stitched button holes?!!). Sam's almost too big for it, but don't think that's going to stop me. We're planning a run to the Bins today... I get really anxious going there, like somehow I'm missing out on things by not being there all the time-- or by not lining up to get a look at the new stuff. All crazy-talk flying in the face of our need to simplify.