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    I’ll Get You, My Pretty.

    In the spirit of summer picnics, I've added three colors of gingham to the variety show, in long and standard lengths:

    She's No Picnic – Red Gingham
    My Pretty – Blue Gingham
    Check Please – Pink Gingham

    And a pack of Red, White & Blue ties with a bonus 6th tie. 

    As
    far as patriotism goes, this new multi-pack not only covers the USA,
    but also Australia, Great Britain, France, Iceland, and a number of
    other countries;  (did you know there are at least 11 countries with
    red, white, & blue flags?)  A great pack for back-to-school as
    well, especially if your kids wear school uniforms and are limited in
    their color choices for hair doo-dahs.  The Red White Blue multi-pack is only available through Labor Day though (Sept. 7th). The ginghams are available while supplies last.

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    I'm almost done typing up a new ice cream recipe
    too — just in time for the outrageously-hot weather that rolled in
    this week.  If you're suffering through summer, definitely get an
    ice-cream maker.  They're great.  Of course, you might have to exercise
    extra, which may not be the best way to stay cool. Hm.

  • Fascinated, though Somewhat Discomfitted

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    I
    woke up this morning to my mother calling 'Heather" with a short, soft
    whisper in my ear.  Was she there?  No.  It was a dream type-of-thing. 
    She wasn't in my dreams, it was just her voice saying my name — and only once.

    The
    last time something similar happened was several years ago, when I woke
    up early with a panicky feeling that something was wrong with Old MacDonald.  "Oh no, oh no, something happened to Old MacDonald!"  As I came to consciousness, I laughed it off.  What could have happened?  Perhaps the Farmer in the Dell stole MacDonald's Three Little Pigs to make a sow's-ear purse for Goldilocks?  Again, I wasn't really dreaming of Old MacDonald.  It was just a feeling I had while not-quite-awake. 


    0904HBhairdo3a A couple of hours later, I learned that Isaac's grandfather unexpectedly died in the night.  His last name was MacDonald.  And he was old.

    I'm still baffled by the experience.  Especially, being his
    grandaughter-in-law and not a close relative.  I think I only met him
    twice. I rarely have nightmares or wake up in a panic.  My dreams are usually bizarre and silly, like a They Might Be Giants song.  I clearly remember rollerskating along a riverbank in Turkey and making snow-angels in a mountain of sugar. 

    So,
    though my mother's whisper in my ear this morning wasn't in panic at
    all, it was such a similar experience that I've been pondering the Old
    MacDonald thing all over again.  … and thinking that maybe I need to give my mom a call.

    Has this every happened to you?

    (The photos?  Random, I know, but I mentioned my hairdo on Twitter yesterday & some folks requested a peek.)