I hope Anne will post this on her own blog (and not kill me for posting it here) but in the meantime I had to beat her to the punch because... it's about me! The brief backstory is that I sewed the outfits for my bridal party, including a dress for Ruby, age 6 1/2, who was the flower girl. (Ok, the last bit isn't about me but I just wanted to show you the cool mind of Ruby Hensley.)
ruby has a concert at school today. last night she said, "i want to wear a most beautiful dress for my concert." i said ok and picked one out for her. she woke up this morning and wanted no part of the dress i picked out. i went through three more dresses before she said (in an exasperated tone, i might add) "i have to wear the one betsy made." and then she sighed. loudly. as if i were a complete dolt.
the night before last as she was drifting off to sleep she said, "if i'm really, really good in this life... (long pause) ... can i get a gift certificate
and i said yes