my youngest is paying attention to what i’m doing. this morning, as i sat and stared, she and remarked, “you’re halfway done, mom!” “go choose a bag,” i responded. she brought this bag we got from the Eric Carle Picture Book Museum. i will tell the eric carle story another time, but i steered her in a series of questions that led to her choosing the stone mountain bag: “get a green one. not that green one. not that green one either. yes, that’s that’s the one!”
i got this stone mountain bucket style hobo at a.j. wright maybe 10-11 years ago. it reminds me of spiring.