Showing posts with label my impossible job. Show all posts
Showing posts with label my impossible job. Show all posts

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Working at home

Katie's turquoise-colored fweeping bag was a gift from Grandma Joan, and she carried it *everywhere*.
It was her Linus blankie. Oversize, thick, hard to accommodate (and smelly and in need of a good washing, more often than it got one) -- and three-year-old Katie loved it.