Housewife!

Yes, you heard right, it's official, I'm labeled a housewife! My visa reads "housewife!" Yesterday, this thought crossed my mind as I sat on the balcony and fixed Dolly's stroller. Fayth has a hand-me-down stroller, from cousin Chloe, and LOVES the heck out of it. If all Fayth had for toys were her books, Dolly, stroller, and a few "doggie, doggies" she'd be just fine!! Anyway, this stroller has been pushed more miles than the Avon three-day breast cancer walk! The fabric on it finally fell apart and needed some repairs. I of course, being the newly labeled housewife, thought this is nothing I can't handle! I soaked it, scrubbed it, laid it out to dry and started searching the apartment for something to use to fix it. I had cute grosgrain ribbon in Fayth's room tied to a few baskets...well no longer! Got out some needle and thread that was sent to me in a care package (thank you Gramie) and stitched away. I fixed the top of it, the seat, and the side by the basket. I must say, the stroller looks brand new and it is now even cuter than before...the ribbon added a nice touch!! Housewife!! I can handle that title!!