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S'mores and Stitchbookery

S'mores and Stitchbookery

We took the boys to a backyard barbecue this evening. I brought s'mores brownies. I made them by combining bits and pieces of half a dozen recipes. The bottom stuck to the pan. I had to chisel them out with a metal spoon. They turned out delicious, though I'd layered so many things into the batter that I couldn't rightly call them brownies anymore. Just a gooey mess of marshmallows and chocolate fudge that we ate with spoons. 

The boys played with their friends in an inflatable pool while the adults sat around and chatted about nothing in particular. We left around seven o' clock so we could get the kids settled down and in bed by a reasonable hour. 

Tomorrow the local park has its annual fireworks display. I've been thinking about taking the four year old, but I'm not yet sure I want to keep us both up past our bedtimes, braving the crowds and the heat and the bugs. 

It might be worth it. It might not. 

Mary Ann Moss opened registration for her online class StitchBookery today, and I'm giddy with excitement. I rarely make the handbound books anymore. I have half a dozen already lining my shelves. But I love watching Mary Ann Moss at work, and that to me is worth the cost of the class. 

I've already signed up. The class doesn't start until the end of the month, though, so I'll have to find some other art project to tide me over. Come join me. We'll cut and paste and paint and draw the summer away. 

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