Our Rapunzel

Ah, the lovely maiden calls down from her high tower…

to the peasants below.

Oh, will no one rescue poor Rapunzel?

Fine then. This girl can find her own way out. Take that, Flynn Ryder.

“Best. Day. Ever!”

Soap On A Perpetual Rope

I have a confession to make….

I’m crazy about handmade soap. I discovered it’s wonderful-ness late in life–like last year when Amethyst Soap donated a busload of their “Sorcerer Stone” samples to our Harry Potter party. I checked out the site and believe me–I was hooked. ANYway, the one thing you have to be careful about with any soap, but even more so with the handmade types is that they are allowed to dry between uses. We wouldn’t want it getting all mushy, now would we?

So to help with that quest, check out my clever little Soap Sacks.  Not only will they allow the soap to drip dry, but the cotton bags also act as a gentle scrubbie in the shower.

Plus, they are just perfect for all those pesky little, slippery soap ends that no one ever knows what to do with. Smart, hmmmm?

If you crochet at all–this is an easy one. You may find yourself making one for everybody in the world–they’re that easy! If you don’t crochet–fear not. We’re revamping the Etsy Shop in the next little while and these will be in it for sure.

Aren’t they just adorable?

If you’d like the pattern posted let me know. I’d be happy to share.

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Seeing For Ourselves

The “Up” house…

We loved it!

It was beautiful…

amazing…

and even more adorable in real life than we could have imagined.

I got goose bumps. Chompy giggled. Lyndi tried not to cry…didn’t work.

Totally worth the drive.

I’ve put in my order…I’ll keep you posted.

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Pioneer Day

Maybe everybody everywhere doesn’t have a Pioneer Day to Celebrate…

like we do.

And that, my friends is a crying shame.

I mean, really–who doesn’t need one more reason to eat a barbecued hot dog from a fork?

Or to play another round of croquet?

Or to have a wagon ride through the meadow?

Or to just sit back and watch the summer wind blow in the trees?

You know…like the Pioneers did.

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