i was crossing the yard to the studio tonight. and i heard the distinct tinkly bell. i paniced. i was so excited. i ran in the back door of the studio. grabbed $5 and went dashing out the front door to the street. desperate to get to the sound of the bell before it had gone too far. do you remember 'dickie dee'? the bicycle full of ice cream and freezies and popsicles. do you remember that feeling? do you remember crowding around the little freezer on a bike. with neighbor kids. wondering if you had enough money to get what you wanted. and tonight i felt like i was 7 years old, racing after the dickie dee guy. but when i got to the street, it was just a bike with a baby trailer on the back, ringing a bell. oh, the disappointment. i haven't seen a dickie dee in years. tonight i was telling tom my sad little story and he told me he'd seen one ride past the house yesterday. a real one. not an imaginary one like the one i saw. so, the dream is alive......
tomorrow, thursday, june 28th, our little studio is open from 1 until 9. tracy is on holidays, so it's just me and the quilts.....and all the other stuff. lots of other stuff. i'll be there!
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