I had plans for this post.
I wanted to give y’all something for being so lovely as to read my ramblings.
And I suppose I still could…
Can I ship a jar of pickles without it breaking?
Would a loaf of zucchini bread be as good after a long hot drive?
Do I dare give up one of my precious bottles of apricot jam?
Are my adoring fans in the market for a pair of precious little baby shoes?
How about leftover fabric scraps from my latest creations? No, not really, you don’t want those. I just can’t stand to throw them away. Its a curse.
I so wish I had the time my own counter space to make you a batch of sugar cookies.
Or do you, my dear readers, not care at all about a give away and simply want to hear a post where I contemplate the life of a spider in my garden?
Or where I give my philosophy of why kissing pictures are a bad idea?
Or should I have a contest where you all guess what is happening in this picture?
Help me readers! Help me know what to do!
Or just comment below, and if I can find anything in the mess that has become our preparations for moving maybe you’ll find yourself the lucky winner of your item of choice.
Or something else I decide to put in a box and send your way.
Have y’all figured out I don’t really know what I’m doing here?
Thanks for reading. I couldn’t do what I do without you.