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Waiting For Lauren

We went to a local craft fair where Lauren was lured into spending two hours sewing a tiny leather pouch. While we waited for her to finish, the rest of us took turns with the dulcimers.



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Anonymous said…
I confess...I always linger near the musical instruments at craft fairs and renaissance faires as well.

I don't even have children to use as an excuse for this.
Jessie said…
Sounds like a nice, relaxing afternoon! Happy WW!
Anonymous said…
very clever kids..that's hard to play...(for me.lol)happy WW!
mine is up now and here also Jhoaniquing
Anonymous said…
what wonderful shots!! I love the orange outfits!
Alana said…
I love music! My oldest is learning to play the dulcimer in his Kindermusik class! I'm eating it up!

Looks like you had a great time!
Janelle said…
This looks like a peaceful moment. I long for days like this.

But I can't congure up what a mandolin sounds like. Is it in the guitar family?
tammi said…
I was raised on bluegrass (vinyl, of course!) and so I even know what a dulcimer is!! Woo-hoo! Looks like a peaceful afternoon -- my dad would have loved to be there, I think. (being the bluegrass vinyl collector and all...)
Anonymous said…
wow! great pictures.

happy ww!
Mary@notbefore7 said…
I love seeing pictures of your family together - it truly puts a smile on my face. Families - just BEING together - what a blessing.

Looks like a memory making day!
ocean mommy said…
That looks like so much fun!

How did the pouch turn out?
God's girl said…
Nice pics!
Much love,
Ang
Sarah Markley said…
Yes, I agree with Stephanie...you should show us the two hour pouch! =)
Faith said…
I love these photos! :)

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