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End of March, 2021

 The month is off to a hopeful end, for me.  

We had a *mostly* stress free family photo session with our long-time family photographer, this time in a blooming peach orchard.  I've only seen a few sneak peeks so far, but I'm always impressed with the shots our photographer captures.  I managed to finish sewing the girls' dresses and an outfit for myself, too!  I decided that "the baby" should wear a nicer shirt than the tee I sewed for him, so bought him a snazzy little button down.  I swear he looks older than 3 in the pictures...maybe I need to put him back in jon jons and rompers for another summer (ha!  he probably wouldn't let me this summer, even though last summer he only wanted to wear bubbles!). 

Each of these dresses has a sash that matches the collar/cuff fabric, also. And of course, there is lots of mess in the background.  

My top matched the Peanut; my skirt matched Miss Middle.

Hubby and I took a weekend away to celebrate our 15th wedding anniversary.  It was a very important trip for us -- we've been experiencing a fair amount of disconnect lately, and it was really nice to have some time to be together with just the two of us, no kids to distract and annoy.  I'm hopeful that we'll be able to schedule another trip for just the grown-ups within the next six months; this depends on many factors, including my parents' willingness to keep the children for another weekend. 


Spring has sprung!  We are taking advantage of pollen season to spend as much time as possible testing our immune systems....Bike riding, playing outdoors, Easter egg hunts, family pictures, etc.  Everything here is yellow, including us, at the end of each day.  We're also capacitating our immune systems -- I was the last one (except my pregnant sister) to get my last Covid-19 vaccination, but as of this morning, can check that off the list!  (Two weeks until my first in-person target trip in over a year?!?!?!)

Now that the urgency of the dresses for pictures has passed, I'm hopeful that I'll resume work on the pink flying geese quilt.  Also, I've finally unboxed the serger I received for Christmas, and I'm hopeful that I'll get it plugged in and set up and tested out with some simple knit projects within the week. 


What are you feeling hopeful about these days?  


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