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My Little Blob

It is so funny how unblobby he has become lately. In fact, he's getting so darn good at amusing himself that I am quickly running out of excuses for not knitting. The best reason at this time is that he is in the habit of grabbing anything nearby and coating it immediately with baby slime.

He's also a magnet for anything and everything furry, which clings to his little chin like whickers, so my favorite fuzzy alpaca blends are not a good selection at this time. Nonetheless, while I may not be entering anything fabulous at the upcoming fairs this summer, I really look forward to seeing what everyone else submits.

On a different topic, shall we say 'scatterbrain,' for the umpteenth time this year, I have walked into work and realized that I put on the wrong color pants. In the dark this morning, I thought I was matching brown on brown. One hour, a cup of MaryLou's, and some neon lighting later I see the pants are black. The shoes are brown. Oh mercy.




3 comments:

Jen L. said...

I'm sure you still look fabulous!

Carole Knits said...

That's a really cute photo of you two.

JessaLu said...

Cute photo!

You know, they don't grow out of the drool thing. To this day if Dobby has something she likes and thinks for one second that I might want it...she licks it. Disgusting, yet brilliant on her part since it guarantees that I won't want to touch whatever it is she's christened ;o)