How is it that my heart keeps getting stolen? In a word – (or name) LOLA.
Someone wants to come in and play with his new sissy. I wish that you could see the antics – he had his nose smooshed up against the window, he boxed the door, and when nothing worked he began to howl –
It’s a three ring circus. The best kind.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, there was a marathon sewing event – I managed to finish my Baby Star Square piece.
And Amy, if you’re out there – this one is for you … do you recognize some of these selvages?