Coffee Girl is built into an old cannery on Pier 39. This sign on the women's bathroom doesn't exactly inspire confidence.
This one maybe more so. I'm glad it's functional. Thanks for letting us know.
At Jo-Ann's Laurel wanted to pick out some fabric and get get a couple of sheets of poster board for two weekend projects. It came down to two colors of blue for re-covering the chair. Inside her belly, the baby (Teagan, a boy) is now the size of a cabbage. Each month, the online baby site she subscribes to tells us what size the baby is by comparing it to a fruit or vegetable. I found it amusing from the first. "So, how's the cabbage today, Laurel?" "Fine, thank you." Today at breakfast he wiggled a lot. Maybe the designer coffee wasn't the style he wanted. Or maybe it was. "Thanks, Mom!"
Lots of colors of thread to choose from. I always loved these displays.
Fabrics are fun, too. I have no time for fabric projects these days. I spend all my time on the computer.
Every year I swear I'm going to take a photo of the local witches that apparently have very poor guidance systems. I couldn't get the light in the right spot with the right background and not be in the middle of the street. I was going to keep trying on the way back from our second trip to the fabric store, but my camera batteries gave out so this will have to do for the moment. To me it looks like the witches have a love affair with the light poles, but hey.