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.
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