boy turns 27. Oh, I know, he’s grown and has been taller than I am for at least 15 years, but he’s still my baby boy, about to become a parent himself next March or so. How about that? We raised two, count ’em, two responsible adults! Life is still good!
Finally! Constanze cowl is blocking. Take a look –
Buttons will finish it up, wooden, I think. Since we’re going to be on vacay in Destin and I know there’s a yarn shop there, I’ll probably splurge a little on them and call them souveniers. Tomorrow is my last day before vacation and I’m getting very, very antsy. Ten more work hours and then our trip.
Happy birthday, baby boy. I love you!
Precision is not reality. Henri Matisse (1869-1954) French painter, sculptor