The little one turned seven yesterday, and we celebrated at Farrell's. I remember going there for my tenth birthday with my aunt and cousins, and there was a great big drum, sirens, and a whole lot of ice cream. They closed down for a while, and recently re-opened. There's always a line outside, regardless of the day of week and time of day. We had to wait for about 20 minutes to get a table, which worried me at first, but it was totally worth it. There was loud singing of unique birthday songs, amazing balloon sculptures fashioned into headwear, lively waiters and waitresses that certainly earned their tips, and huge smiles all around.
Great fabric, I bought it online last year (sorry, can't remember where) and have been waiting and waiting to make these cases. It was so gratifying that the moment she unwrapped them, she loved them. And she doesn't care one bit that mommy didn't pay attention to the direction of the fabric when she cut it...(think about it, the words should read horizontally when you look at the pillow lying on the bed, not vertically like in the picture above)!
One pillowcase was immediately used for its intended purpose the moment we got home last night, and the other was a shawl/cape/sleeping bag and is currently housing her stuffed cat and being dragged around the house. Totally warms my heart.
Happy seven, my little one.