Ever gotten your hair styled? Blocking sweaters is a lot like that. (Wool is just hair, after all.) I've got my latest hairstyling project drying under the ceiling fan in the bedroom. (The husbeast just expressed his displeasure at having a wet sweater wicking moisture into his side of the bed. Honestly. Some people don't understand ART.)
That armpit grafting job I've been putting off for a month? It took me maybe half an hour this afternoon. (Yes, I felt kind of stupid, after.) At this point, all there is left on the jacket is to put on the buttons, and, (ominous music please) sew down the hems.
Won't that be fun. Looks like a job for the next time I'm heavily drugged.
In other blog-related news, I've been watching hits, and think it's really freaking cool that I've got readers all over the place, so, hi, all you readers all over the place.
The baby has taken an interest in carpentry and electrical work:
And to further their unholy alliance, the cat and the baby have begun trading toys. There is evidence of their plot to rule the world scattered all over the house.
The baby's favorite toy right now is a catnip mouse, and I caught the cat last night pouncing a block. It's creeping me out.