I linked up one of my sister’s posts because I think it matches the “simple pleasures” theme so well. Mmm… oh, I love plums. I remember that I used to pick wild plums as I walked home from college in the spring. Whenever I eat a plum, I think about how good those wild plums tasted!
I just made your revirsable hand bag. Thanks. I have had the instructions printed for some time. But with my daughters baptism this weekend it was high time I sewed it up. I couldn’t find a better place to just leave a thank you. It turned out great I am very excited to give it to her on Saturday. Emily
I love plums … I’m so sad to realize the crazy weather fluctuations may mean my fruit didn’t survive. 🙁
The simple pleasure that I’m thinking about his morning — and this may sound goofy — is when my kids are crying and stop crying when I comfort them. It’s incredible to me to think that somehow my touch can make their hurt ease.
CK says
I linked up one of my sister’s posts because I think it matches the “simple pleasures” theme so well.
Mmm… oh, I love plums. I remember that I used to pick wild plums as I walked home from college in the spring. Whenever I eat a plum, I think about how good those wild plums tasted!
{leah} says
I love a god piece of fruit!!
JRoberts says
Mmmmm, yummy! I love a good plum, or almost anyother fruit. (without a hairy skin!)
I already posted today, last pre-posted item…so I missed it. Other wise it might have been surgery related! 🙂 (good thing I already had one up….)
Anonymous says
I just made your revirsable hand bag. Thanks. I have had the instructions printed for some time. But with my daughters baptism this weekend it was high time I sewed it up. I couldn’t find a better place to just leave a thank you. It turned out great I am very excited to give it to her on Saturday. Emily
Laura@livingabigstory says
I love plums … I’m so sad to realize the crazy weather fluctuations may mean my fruit didn’t survive. 🙁
The simple pleasure that I’m thinking about his morning — and this may sound goofy — is when my kids are crying and stop crying when I comfort them. It’s incredible to me to think that somehow my touch can make their hurt ease.