This morning, after running around like a chicken with my head cut off trying to get everything packed for the festival this weekend, I went downstairs and found a lunch box sitting on the counter for me.

I got to work and opened it up and found a cute, little tea towel, a sparkly spoon and a little note.

Is that a good mother-in-law or what?

sweatshop.

I don't think I've mentioned this but my friend, Ashley, and I are going to have a booth at a festival.

We decided back in July to apply for the festival and talked about all the things we were going to make.  So, we applied and just waited to see if we were going to be approved.  And, come to find out, in August, we got approved! [Ahem....I think they approve anyone that can spell their name correctly and will send money for the booth rent].  But, anyway...we got approved in August.  YAY!  And then, we needed to start working on our inventory.  So, I planned, and thought, and planned some more.

But never did anything.

Fast forward to two weeks before the festival.

And I had nothing done.

FMIL started to get super anxious for me and gave me a quick little "you have 14 days to build an inventory" reality check.

So, I present to you....

the sweatshop.

I spent three nights at my parent's house this week.  My mom and I sprawled out in the middle of the living room floor.  Matching fabric, and cutting, and ironing and sewing. 

And, I am proud to say - we got a ton of stuff started. 
We spent a lot of time doing all the prep work.

So, this weekend, back at the inlaws house, I will set up my portable sweatshop and sew. 
All.weekend.long.

What are your weekend plans?

fall.

cool mornings and pumpkin spice lattes.

fall is officially here.

woohoo!

want to?

Let's play another game, want to?


Do you notice anything odd about this picture?

How about the flosser that he's storing above his ear?

It's hard to see because I was trying to take this on my phone while I was at REI without him noticing. 

It looked like this one:

Well, except that I think his had a little leftover food on it.

Yum.

elongated.

My friend, Julie, came in my office on Monday afternoon around 3 p.m. cracking up.

She said that she had gone to Costco to buy food for an office event and she was carrying it in to work that morning and everyone was giving her strange looks.

She couldn't figure it out. 

And on top of the strange looks, everyone seemed to be wanting a peak into the box as she walked through the building.

Then around 3 on Monday she turned around and happened to look at the side of the box.

No wonder everyone was giving her strange looks.