Dear friends,
It's looking more and more like there will be no pictures of family gatherings or craft bazaars and such that include me. Strolling around taking pictures is too much like being on stage. I am a mouse. I've always been a mouse. Sneaking around, keeping quiet...never wanting to be clearly seen. Yep, that's me.
I unintentionally frightened a gentleman at the craft bazaar. He was bending down trying to read the labels on Shelby's jam and jellies when he saw my eyes looking back at him. I was sitting behind the table, hidden by the little stair-steps filled with jelly jars.
I did get one sweet picture...
This is Paula, the Pastor's wife. She was very nice and had the sweetest smile. Sorry that my one picture is blurry. She bought the bonnet and matching apron and said she just might wear them to work one day over her scrubs, for her patients. Paula is a Registered Nurse. Bet she is a good one, don't you?
Shelby's jams and jellies were a big hit, and many jars sold. I sold all my small dolls, a couple of aprons and a few bag holder. I left the bazaar happy, so all is well.
None of my little angel garlands (cut from empty chicken feed sacks) sold, but then, most of the time I kept them covered, thinking folks might laugh at them. :( I did give one away.
Hopefully, I am not as awful as I make myself sound. Rarely do I sit at a craft sale. Standing is much better and smiling at folks has always been easy for me. Mostly I just act like an idiot when someone hands me a twenty dollar bill and I have to give them change.
Better get busy this early Monday morning. Eli has an appointment with the groomer...and speaking of the old sweetie-pie.
"I really really want to try that fruit cake too, okay?"
Love,
Henny
It's looking more and more like there will be no pictures of family gatherings or craft bazaars and such that include me. Strolling around taking pictures is too much like being on stage. I am a mouse. I've always been a mouse. Sneaking around, keeping quiet...never wanting to be clearly seen. Yep, that's me.
I unintentionally frightened a gentleman at the craft bazaar. He was bending down trying to read the labels on Shelby's jam and jellies when he saw my eyes looking back at him. I was sitting behind the table, hidden by the little stair-steps filled with jelly jars.
I did get one sweet picture...
This is Paula, the Pastor's wife. She was very nice and had the sweetest smile. Sorry that my one picture is blurry. She bought the bonnet and matching apron and said she just might wear them to work one day over her scrubs, for her patients. Paula is a Registered Nurse. Bet she is a good one, don't you?
Shelby's jams and jellies were a big hit, and many jars sold. I sold all my small dolls, a couple of aprons and a few bag holder. I left the bazaar happy, so all is well.
None of my little angel garlands (cut from empty chicken feed sacks) sold, but then, most of the time I kept them covered, thinking folks might laugh at them. :( I did give one away.
Hopefully, I am not as awful as I make myself sound. Rarely do I sit at a craft sale. Standing is much better and smiling at folks has always been easy for me. Mostly I just act like an idiot when someone hands me a twenty dollar bill and I have to give them change.
Better get busy this early Monday morning. Eli has an appointment with the groomer...and speaking of the old sweetie-pie.
Love,
Henny
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