Happy Tuesday Folksies!
There was once a little girl who loved to color in coloring books. She loved all the colors in the big box of 64 crayolas that she didn't want to even use them. So, she begged her mommy to buy her another box and her mother told her, you silly little twit, use all your crayons up first and then you can have more. Her mommy didn't understand that to the little girl, they were too pretty to use. But, she started using one and then another one, always saving her favorite colored crayons for something special. When she found a particularly good page to color and knew that the special colors would be perfect on it, she would use the back end of the crayon lightly, so not to dull the point on them. A few years later, the little girl discovered the wonderful world of paper dolls. She loved to make paper clothes for them herself and spent many a happy hour drawing out a wardrobe and coloring them in with her now worn out crayolas. That big box lasted forever.
There is no moral to the story here. I am a waste not - want not kinda gal, except that is sort of how my fabric stash is. I rarely buy yardage. But oh lawdy, how I love my scraps.
It's Tuesday, and yesterday while I was sorting through scraps, my Mom came over to visit. While she was helping me sort through my little stash, she asked me if I remembered what day I was born on. "Dec 18", I responded. No, she wanted to know if I knew what day of the week. Yeah, mom, I was born with a calendar in my hand. So, we googled that date. It turns out I was born on a Tuesday. We both started grooving on which family member was born on which week day and see if they matched up to their rhyme. You know:
Monday's child is fair of face,
Tuesday's child is full of grace,
Wednesday's child is full of woe,
Thursday's child has far to go,
Friday's child is loving and giving,
Saturday's child works hard for a living,
But the child that's born on the Sabbath day
Is bonny, blithe, good and gay.
Tuesday's child is full of grace,
Wednesday's child is full of woe,
Thursday's child has far to go,
Friday's child is loving and giving,
Saturday's child works hard for a living,
But the child that's born on the Sabbath day
Is bonny, blithe, good and gay.
Funny, I always thought I was born on Saturday!
Have a wonderful Tuesday folksies. There is always a fun way to spend your day, even if only in your own head. Count your blessings, be a blessing and don't ever forget to smile.
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