The basket wasn't working out for me. It was ugly. It was inconvenient. I needed a bow holder. I needed a custom one that could hold big bows and some very tiny little clips.
I hadn't seen one that could do both, so I decided to make my own. I found an idea I liked here, went shopping, and got busy with a staple gun.
I used wider ribbon for the bigger bows and the narrow ribbon for the clips.
I think it turned out really cute.
Ahhhh....organization.

This was taken right after I had the Girl. He played with this apparatus so much it left semi-permanent circles on his chest. 


Yeeeeeeeeehaaaaaaaaaaaw!

I can stab the food.
I can put it in my pie hole.
Life is good.
After the go-go trip in NYC last week (more on that later), we are here in Pismo Beach while Grandpa Jim watches the kids.
I had orange juice in a champagne flute while in a bath robe this morning. This was my view of the ocean from the room's deck. I'll be reading a good part of the morning here. Life is good, but I miss my kids.