Well, first, I have to apologize. My sewing machine needle broke and I'm fresh out of spares.
Get Yer PJs On!
This is as far as we got on the bread quilt.
Isn't that always the way? You get all set to accomplish something, and then WHAM your plans are dashed?
Oh well, the bread shall shiver another day. Next week I'll have that tutorial for you. Pinky swear.
Hey, have you been over to the In Real Life Group yet today? Every now and again, when things are gettin' a bit hairy, like when my #!@* sewing needle breaks, I go and take a peak at what's going on in there, and I gotta tell ya, it just cracks my can right up every time. I mean there's beer drinkin' babies over there! There's cluttered counter tops and sloppy craft rooms. There's folks with their Christmas decorations still lit up like Dallas! It's GLORIOUS!
I just can't get enough of seeing all the "behind the scenes" photos making their way front and center. It just makes me feel fantastic to know that you're like me! And I'm like YOU! And we're so different but we're so the same. And we're all gonna be alright. I'm gonna start singing kumbayah any minute now. I'm feelin' it. I really am.
So, since it's more clear to me than ever, that you are my kinda folks, I thought we should have a party.
And you know, since I'm surrounded by men… blessed beyond measure and thrilled to be surrounded by men, but STILL, surrounded by men… I thought we should have a good old fashioned pajama party.
So here's how it's gonna work…
You come back here tonight, after the kids go to bed, or anytime between tonight and Monday night (cuz all weekends should be three day weekends) and we'll be partying.
There's gonna be junk food! We'll talk about cute boys. We'll watch chick flicks! We'll swap nail polish. We'll even play a game or two. It's gonna be a blast.
And of course, like all good pajama parties, there'll be party favors.
I don't want to spoil the surprise, so I can't tell ya, but suffice it to say that you don't want to miss out!
So, get your cutest PJs washed up and ready, put your hair in rollers, grab your fuzzy slippers, your toothbrush and your records, and come back here tonight. Okay?
See ya then!