My Mom Can

Lucy and I were in Hobby Lobby and she spies some hoochie-mama sparkly, slinky fabric.  She clutches it to her chest and begs for a dress.  I am thinking that this fabric is 1.  U G L Y  2. pricey and 3. will be a pain in the you-know-what to sew.

But she looks at me. 

She thinks I can.

I want her to think I can do anything.  More importantly, I want her to think she can do anything.


Lisa