It’s the big Rose Bowl run up. One piece of furniture down……several to go……..
However, my sister Phebe wisely weighed in on that idea.
You see Phebe marches to a different drummer than I do.
Phebe’s drummer is way cool and waaaay together. Her drummer leads her to have alphabetized spices and to never be late. My drummer…..probably got fired from the band for missing rehearsal.
Anyway, Phebe pointed out that as a mom of three she wouldn’t have been thrilled to find chalk dust all over her children’s clean clothes.
I really couldn’t argue with her reasoning and so a new idea was born.
Or rather a recent idea was expanded.
I seem to have a thing lately for old postcards. So after some mad downloading from the Graphics Fairy and a few other sources I came up with this.