But, her mystery calls for pink and that's the only color...and I do mean the only color, I don't really have in my stash. All I had was leftovers from a baby girl quilt I made a couple of years ago and they went fast. So, this morning, I got out and braved the absolutely terrifyingly bad drivers and the crazy people that were piling carts full of stuff that wasn't really on a very good sale, and went to get pinks. Now, I won't be able to say there's no pink in my stash anymore.
Well, at least it isn't black friday for me, even though I have figured out that the only thing wrong with Christmas is the gift giving. If we just had the tradition of exchanging boiled eggs, dyed red. Or something else as wonderfully inane. Maybe the gift of Chocolate turtles. But, noooo. We're expected to give the perfect gift that will inspire people to speak of it for generations to come. A gift that will be hailed in the annals of time as the most wonderful and appropriate gift, given since the birth of the holiday's namesake.
Grrrrr. If it wasn't for the ham, I'd opt out.