Gutted

Devastating- it seems my effort to pass off the frog-stuff-job from last week as delicate surgery has failed. I thought I had her convinced, then this was hand delivered with a huge hug. The red flowered dress is also a hint, I figured out, after being told that the only dress the frog has is a baby dress that's way too big. I will be making some floral, cottony couture garments for the green one come Spring. Do I not have enough backed-up sewing projects? The only thing more fun than sewing teeny clothes is letting a seven year old think that they've manipulated you into doing something they wanted. They have so little control over their own lives at that age, so what the heck.

ION-Judging by the number of complaints and grievances against winter that I regularly air, one might be inclined to think that there aren't any things about winter that I like. While it's true that come February, the mercury still dips to bone-crushing lows-like today-the sun is getting bright and strong. It's revisiting spots on walls and floors that haven't seen it since it settled into its low arch in the southern sky.