The house we're renting has a room at the end of the hall with another funny little room attached to it. I say funny because it is more like a giant walk-in-closet with a window. The owners used it as a bedroom and we do too. The larger room connected to it is my craft room and Z-cakes' play room. I've had a heck of a time organizing it, and most days it is such a mess that neither one of us can step foot inside. But once in a while, there are days like this:
And on days like this I sit and think about how dreams really do come true.
What are you up to today? I'm going out of town to shop with my mom and Z-cakes. Number one on my list of things to do? Go to Target. Because my town doesn't have one. I know. No, it's okay, you can mourn for me. I welcome your pity.
Also, in case you're wondering, Z-cakes doesn't really ever wear pants. Unless we're going to a store. And then... grudgingly.