This is not a crafting blog...believe you me but I've contracted a very serious and unfortunate illness: a nasty fever of the cabin variety. .. .and it is merely the 18th of January. May the good Lord help me.
So....to my previously hidden talent of crafting I retreat. Lucky you, lucky Julia and lucky world. You may have noticed in recent photos that Julia is losing her hair faster than Ricky Gervais can insult all of Hollywood and I decided to be a kind mother (which I'm never not of course) and make a hair covering for the little dollface:
oh...you want a closer look?
|happiest baby in the whooooooooooole world, clearly|
oh, an even closer look you say?
|Great Grandma Patton: the flower color is NOT an indicator of a new Wildcat alliance...fear not!|
I just used the scraps from Julia's wide-legged sweat pants and tooted my very green and environmentally friendly horn in the process. Don't worry.
and for a late afternoon snack some Simone Says action:
1. I've been trying to phase some friends out of my life for a few months now . . . and by friends I mean archenemies by their alliterative name of: pesky postpartum pregnancy pounds. They are super clingy, never get the hint when I tell them I want to be alone and seem to be frustratingly content in their current occupation. Simon is VERY helpful when he says things like this...
"I dare you to try on Julia's pants."
ha. ha. ha.
2. Regarding my apparent unladylike ways:
"We will be needing to hire a governess for our daughters. You can be in charge of our sons and the barnyard animals."
anddd I'm off to pray for a miraculous spike in temperature tomorrow and the next day and preferably the next.