The last leg of our UK trip last month was up to stay with my in-laws in Derbyshire and spend some time running around the country and running around Sheffield (which is South Yorkshire).
Hannah and I hit the road this week for three nights in Lancaster county. We did this two years ago, and then again that same summer with my mom, and it was great. Last year we were in Las Vegas for spring break, but this year we didn’t have any plans. And H is a little older, we don’t need the stroller. She was much more into it this trip. We did a lot of fabric shopping for Mommy, but we also saw tons of trains and animals for her.
I’ve been stocking up on Liberty of London fabrics from a secret, cheap source in Manhattan. I’m not ready to share the source yet, because the members of my quilt guild who shared it will take back my crafter card if I spill the beans. The point is that now I have to figure out what to make.
I always thought my hands were too shaky to ever do my own nails, but then before the holidays I decided I was tired of spending money and time on manicures. This is the top of the mountain of First World Problems, I know. But, I’m a lifelong nail biter. Having my nails done stops the biting habit.
Since I don’t need to dress for my teaching job anymore, I’ve ended up with a hodgepodge of new t-shirts and other casual paraphernalia. First, I got a pair of Bean boots. Which are actually amazing for snow and for trudging behind horses during Hannah’s equine PT. I had no idea there was a cult around these shoes, and that you have to order them waaay in advance because they take weeks and sometimes sell out for the season. I ordered mine back in October, they were here in plenty of time for snow.
It’s paper time.
Hannah and I hit up The Container Store in Paramus last Friday, the same day as coffee with Kathy, for one of my favorite annual holiday traditions. I actually debated whether we should make the hour drive this year just for wrapping paper, when I’d seen some cute prints at our local TJ Maxx. But tradition is tradition is tradition. It makes me happy to watch H get in on these rituals.