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I’ve always loved chickens. I rescued one when I was 13, though now I’m pretty sure it didn’t need rescued and ended up chicken napped, and have raised them off and on since then.

It makes me feel like the little country girl I always wanted to be, living the farm life milking cows and stuff, but we always lived in town. Now I get to wake up to chickens clucking. I send the kids to gather eggs, 6-8 every day. I pawn off eggs to all our family members that visit.  The neighbors hate us since we still live in town and have 8 chickens in our backyard that like to hang out against the fence 5 or so feet from their bedroom window in the wee hours of the morning. Maybe I should send some eggs over but I’m kind of afraid they would end up on my house.

When I’m sewing in our dining room I can see them running after bugs through the window.  See Betty (or “Nugget” depending on which kid you ask), she likes the new dress set I just finished for Kennedy.

When I ran across this chicken fabric it had to come home with me. It was one of those sale things I grabbed because it was cute and had no idea what I was going to do with it.

I needed a plastic bag holder and thought it would be fun to add a little something. It hides in our laundry room but every time I see Mr. Rooster and his harem it makes me smile. Sometimes you just need a fun fabric that you wouldn’t really use for anything spectacular but it makes you happy. Next time I get out of the sticks and see a real fabric store I might have to buy more, he’s growing on me.

Have a great weekend!

Little old lady and her new dress

Ms. Ashy pants turned 10 ten days ago. That’s practically 12. Then 18. Then 26.  It seems like just last year I was telling Cody over breakfast that I thought the baby was coming that day and he assured me she wasn’t. I’m positive it was last summer that they announced over the golf course that Mr. Baxter needed to go home- his wife was having a baby.  He barely made it. Well maybe not barely since she came 3 hours later but I was right and she came. That’s what counts when I tell the story.

We celebrated and I allowed her to get older again. I need to stop doing that.

I’m in a dress making mood lately so I let her go first since she was the birthday girl. She picked a really easy style and we got it done last week. She’s not fond of frilly gathered numbers anymore. A part of me cried when she stopped liking tutus and pink wasn’t her favorite color anymore. Then I realized how fun it is to sew more grown up styles in bold prints. Thank goodness she still likes bold. Can’t cut me off cold turkey!

I guess that happens when you get so old. You start wanting more grown up things to wear.

It’s just a simple cut around dress with a cinched up waist but to her it was the dress that made her feel 10. I get it. I’ll gladly support her new wardrobe choices as long as I get to keep making them and she still wants to wear them.

Love that Ashy girl.

Crafty crafty.

A little happy something I’m bragging about today- last week I was lucky enough to be featured on The Craft Warehouse Design. Create. Inspire. blog!

I’m really embarrassed to admit that I didn’t realize The Craft Warehouse had a blog, considering I shop there all the time. They have some amazing stuff on there by some super creative people. They have sewing, paper, crafts, you name it they have a really cute idea for it on there.  I found another blog to stalk.  If you aren’t stalking them to you should go check it out. If you already know about them you can stop by and say hi and see my little face and know that this chick got pretty darn excited to be there.

If you're a pinterest-aholic (aren’t we all!) they are there as well.

Have a happy Monday! I am!