I was looking at my Etsy feedback today, wishing for it to grow bigger, when what to my gazing eyes did appear? Not only feedback, but feedback with a picture! Now those of you who read my Mother's Day post may recognize that lovely rack of keys in the picture as being that of my own dear Mum, but please do not think any less of me. Dear Mum is layed up in the house with a bum leg from a gymnastics stunt in her backyard, shopping on Etsy to pass the time away. Of COURSE it's only natural for her to stop at her Most Favorite shop (of course!). So the sale of my my little tiny QQ Teenie ( eek! Only two left... must...get...sewing...) is a completely legitimate one, as it was love at first site for Mother Dearest. It was, wasn't it Mom? Wasn't it?!
So it's ALMOST the end (for me) of another loooong week. Boo has her first slumber party tomorrow, of which I bought these, thinking they are slumber party perfect. While I was at it (and again, CRAVING feedback on my Etsy page), I bought these for myself. There's nothing like getting something lovely in the mailbox after a long week of full moon-crazed people in your life. Of course nothing like the new fan over at dottie angel's blog, but crazy people all the same. This week I fought with Blogger over the difference between loading pictures on the left (the words get lost), on the right (the words appear vertically next to the image), and in the center (just right for text, but not for my sense of aesthetics. I prefer some left, some right. Darn it!). I tried chocolate spread for the first time and loved it thanks to Tif, and by miracle have not yet devoured the entire jar. I forgot Boo at school less than an hour after visiting the school with Baby to meet with the principal about fixing the blankness of the walls there. I was tagged and then I tagged JenniferJo, who for all her talk about needing so much sleep has just started her THIRD blog! I find so much trouble keeping ONE interesting. I tried to tag Travelous on his myspace, but he thoroughly ignored me. Those myspace 'bloggers' are much more jaded than us REAL bloggers, what with their smiley icons and "What I'm Listening To". If it's that important to you Dear Readers, I am listening to the cars pass by on the very busy street outside of my house. I am not nearly so hip that I have some cutting edge music playing, as I still listen to Rob Base. Now THAT'S vintage!