a village frock variation
I spent much of the weekend cleaning out my kid's rooms. Some of the interesting finds: a half-eaten can of mandarin oranges in my son's drawer, a rotten apple core under his bed, and lots and lots of whittling shavings under the sheets (I guess he's been whittling in bed at night by lamplight.) In the sister's room I found a huge stash of money, buried under some scraps of paper and old broken tea-cup parts. She always seems to be traveling somewhere in her imaginary worlds--some distant place with beautiful, though high-maintenance, spa-going princesses and greedy ogres. I guess it's no wonder she needs all this money.