Yesterday was Max's twelfth birthday. In the morning we took a scooter ride to get ice-cream at the local Trampoline.
We take the backstreets, as these four tearing along on their scooters can be a little intimidating to a tentative octogenarian out buying groceries. (When we get to the shopping strip they have to go at a walking pace in a straight line.)
While the children sit outside the store eating their ice-creams, I duck next door to a conveniently located fabric store.
Last time I visited this fabric treasure trove the owner said as I walked in the door, "I knew I'd see you today." "What do you mean?" "I just knew this morning that I was going to see you today." This was somewhat curious because it had been several months since I'd last visited, and even I didn't know I was going to visit until I walked past the door and went in on impulse. I love this sort of stuff. A conversation involving ghost sightings and intuitive friends ensued. Intriguing.
Happily this time they had a recent shipment of beautiful Italian cotton shirtings - my favourite kind of fabric. This is what I came away with.
Shirtdress number two is already cut out and ready to be sewn.







