Here's a cute little picture of me in kindergarten, 1968. All my life, I've never forgotten this shot below in first grade (1969) when the photog asked me to say "peaches" and he snapped the shot at the "ch" sound. If you're trying to get a kid to smile, don't tell them to say peaches. It's scarred me for life. Mom, what the heck happened to my hair? Did I fix it myself? After all, I was in second grade and very capable. My grandma crocheted that groovy vest for me, but who is responsible for the hack job on my hair? Hello, 1970! Who knows where my third grade picture is. We moved so often, changing schools, that I might have missed picture day. Next is my fourth grade mug shot. I must have sworn off bangs by then. Thank goodness for those plastic barrettes to deal with the in-between length. Notice how every year I wore green? Yeah, it's been my favorite color for as long as I can remember. I don't have an actual school pic of me in f...
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I've been checking all day, so thanks for the "preview" - YES! those jars look good, and appear to hold the "spool" of ribbon, as well as scraps (nice open mouth to those jars!) I'm still trying to decide if I want to unwind all my ribbons and re-wind them onto those clothespins???
Keep going, I want to see more!
signed... little Butterfly.
I am glad you got to have your dream vacation, with some time alone to relax, focus, organize, and... sacrifice. Why does that always seem to happen? When Sherm and Marshall went to Scout Camp one summer, the same thing happened to me--"Hi, could you help someone out?" Yes, of course, but tough. It sounds like you did a great job. What a good example to us all.