The fella came back across the pond. Thank the baby Jesus.
We picked him up this afternoon after preschool which means, yes, my broken foot and I left the apartment. I booty slid down three flights of stairs with Boogie, and used his milk cup as a carrot to coax him to crawl to the car.
Was it worth it? Oh yes.
He brought me British fabric!
A flirty British girl with pink hair and piercings helped him pick out the perfect fabrics for his wife.
She did a beautiful job! I have four British cottons and this beautiful hand painted silk the color of warm sunshine.
And they smell stuffy and damp, just as I imagine London to smell.