We’ve been spring cleaning here and there (truth be told, we’re always spring cleaning around here) and last week, it was time to sort through the overstuffed sheets and blankets cabinet. Get rid of this, donate that. Items were flying left and right.
And when the fabric settled, Pia decided that semi-folded sage green mattelasse, the one an unknown someone whose name begins with the letters Q-U-I-N-T chewed a hole through in the exact center, wouldn’t be going anywhere.
Pia made a little pocket for herself and thus, added yet another to her list of nicknames – Little Pia Pita Pocket. Just try saying that three times real fast.
“Little Pia Pita Pocket. Little Pita Pia Pocket. Little Pita Pita Piaket. Little….aw, forget it.”