Maybe we can be friends, February

January, I will never call us friends, but I guess we can be acquaintances after your tolerant treatment of me this year. Sure, you convinced me to shy away from cleaning my dirty shower all month and I cursed about at least one thing on each of your 31 days, but you actually offered a lot too. You invited my mother to come visit for a few days. You brought me some Utah snow and a great haircut. And your Inauguration day and temperamental weather canceled school and gave me more time with my man.

Sadly, this morning I woke up to this:And I wondered if February might become my new enemy.

And then I checked Aunt Spicy's blog and found out that I won this:


Thanks to the woman I like to call "The Queen of Craft;" the woman who has an entire bookshelf full of fabric - and then some; the woman who I bumped into at Michaels and felt unworthy to be there in her presence. Thanks to her, I won a fabulous Cath Kidston grocery bag. All I had to do was comment on her blog and I was one of the five she drew out of nearly 120 comments!

Thanks Aunt Spicy for my new grocery bag!

And thanks, February, for starting out alright.