I miss watching my mom do this.
My sister Wendy reminded me a few weeks back that I never shared what I bought at Lambtown, all those months back, and this post has been in my drafts for a while. Perfect time to post it, as I’m too beat to come up with anything new this week. We’re recovering from our plague, Matt’s back at work, but we’re still dragging.
In the meantime: Lambtown.
Over the past several months I’ve dug things out from the sequestered pile, and bit by bit resumed using it—anxiously awaiting a poison oak re-outbreak that never came.
I got to the bottom a few weeks back, took pictures of the Lambtown goodies huddled there, and wow, was I ever on a shiny kick when I bought…
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