My parents, Ellison and I headed down the mountain to the Valle Crucis Fair. It was a cold, damp day. Ellison hid under the blanket made by her Great Grandma Ruthie. And I was not dressed properly. I guess in all of my shopping for Ellison, I forgot to find some appropriate Fall wear for myself. Oh, the life of a mother. I hear it only gets worse. I know that I will end up in sweats and with gum in my hair any day now. I have already instituted the mother wardrobe of skirt with alternating sweater sets. I mean literally... everyday. Except for this weekend in NC, where I am wearing jeans with alternating sweater sets.
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