Busy days, but lots of good stuff... come to hear the last poetry event, too, if you can!
Yesterday's trip to Tilton was successful, and Holly was pretty good, considering she's four, gets bored watching adult women hem and haw about clothing, and in general, gets tired of not being the center of the shopping attention. That said, Meg got her quite a haul of nice, practical, and pretty cool clothes. And she won the backpack discussion: she got the clear plastic Hello Kitty one with the matching lunchbox. It won't last, I'm sure, but for now, she was pleased. She actually remembered them from when G and I took her with us to Old Navy weeks ago. For her, that was the whole purpose of the shopping trip. Who cares about clothes? Just wait... in a few years, I'm sure she'll be all about the clothes, and the battle will be over hemlines or some such stuff. I managed to get two super-soft, fine-wale corduroy shirts, which were a true find. I like to have an over-shirt for warmth and to balance an outfit-- and these are lovely. So that was good. And I foun...