Summer was in a play this last week. She had the lead. She was The Little old Woman who wasn't afraid of anything. She did a beautiful job. For those of you who don't know the story, The little old woman was walking through the forest collecting herbs. She was the greeted by many things, a pair of boots that went, stomp! stomp!, a pair of pants that went, wiggle, wiggle, a pair of gloves that went clap! clap! a shirt, and a pumpkin head that went BOO! As she was walking home, she also ran into some creepy crows (all together, I would be a little creeped out) She went inside, took a nap, then had a chat with the apparal that had been following her, which then set itself up as a scarecrow in her yard and scared away all of the crows. It was very cute.
As her mother, she bragged to her friends about the apron that I made her, and her dress. Makes me proud that she loves what I do. I'm thinking that they grow out of this faze, and I'm sad about it. Soon, I will not be so cool.
