Yes I’m doing something that requires a bikini in 28 days. No I’m not going to tell you what.
(For those of you who know, SHHH. Or I’ll bust an Avada Kedavra. Don’t think I won’t. Try me, I dare you. For those of you who don’t speak Potterese it means I’LL KILL YOU AND IT WILL HURT.)
I’m posting this project because I want to be accountable to all of you, dear readers, if I’m the one in the corner wrapped up in lots and lots of fabric in 28 days.
Are you angry?
I’m a tease, just ask my husband. (Well, don’t. That could get awkward.)
Here, look at my kid popping a bubble with her tongue.
That should distract you.
(Whew, never thought I see myself typing that.)