Yet another child who thinks she can hide in the fridge . . .
She stands there and drinks the Hershey's Syrup straight from the bottle. And she thinks I don't know she's doing it. But I do. And mostly I'm just jealous.
My Swing . . .
Well, now it looks like this!
Some new canvas, upholstry thread, and swearing, and I've got my swing back. I love everthing about it. I love the color on the fabric, the pattern, the way the pattern is accidentally perfectly centered, the fact that it holds my body weight. I love my swing.
Handknit baby hats . . .
She recently wore this hat at the Grand Canyon. And I got a ridiculous amount of compliments on it. Makes me feel all skilled and stuff.
And finally, I love Bird's art . . .
She says it is a chicken.