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I have a love/hate relationship with fluffy mail.

I am always excited to get my fabric order. There is just something about opening a package and checking out all of the goodies. Even if you know exactly what is in said package and you have ordered, paid for, and expected it, opening a package can be likened to opening a birthday gift.

Fluffy mail also typically means that I have work to do. I have orders to sew and send out. Now don’t get me wrong, I truly do enjoy sewing. It’s the cutting and basting and setting everything up that is kind of a nuisance. Not to mention that often by the end of the day I just want to sit on my butt and veg out with a book or TV show (or often both at the same time).

So tonight I have three orders (or is it four?) that I should do. Hopefully my littlest one goes to bed at a reasonable hour so I can at least get started. I may need decide to make some popcorn when the kids are asleep. As long as I remove all evidence of it from my home before morning the kids will be none the wiser. And maybe I will need to spray some deodorizer in the kitchen as well. My oldest has the nose of a blood hound and eyes of an eagle!