while Art was home slaving over a hot stove and 14lbs of tomatoes, I was off sewing my heart out. When entering first grade at the SF Waldorf school, the teacher has a wish-list of items for the parents. A group of mothers and I, plus out children for a mass play-date, tackled the 35 counting bags needed for each student in Eva's class (these are used to hold treasure the children use to learn math.) It was quite a production line of scissors, patterns, machines and needles. There is nothing like the sound of a machine to bring a group of children to attention. I'm pretty certain they will be done by school.
So I've been checking this daily during August, and I just want you to know that I'm ready for an exceptionally good Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, etc. I'm beginning to worry that now that you have this gift of private space, you may never emerge from it!
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