The Mother Load

Happy Friday, friends. :)

Today is off to a nice little start...coffee has been chugged, oatmeal has been eaten, and work is looking like an easy, breezy day.

Pumpkin in Oatmeal? Yes, please.

So yesterday we got a package and it wasn't something I bought online. Surprise! It was a box from my Mom (aka Nana) of some things that we hadn't been able to fit in the car on our trek back from Christmas. Included was Grace's baby stroller that she prefers to sit in herself rather than push her "babies", a random puzzle, some bath things, and wait for it...a bag of make-up.

Nana went through her make-up drawer and I scored big time. I'll take hand-me-down beauty products from my mom any day and love to check out her collection anytime we are visiting. I would imagine it rivals most beauty salons. Woman has good taste in cosmetics. I expected Grace to get working on some of her things when I opened the box, but I was wrong.

The lonely puzzle

Her things went untouched while she perused my new goodies. I should have seen it coming. She already plays with my brushes and closed powder and blush compacts while I get ready in the morning...but this, this was the mother load for her. I think she was more excited than I was...

I am SO in for it, huh? :)

xo,

H