Oh there it is. A mitten. With my face on it. From Grama Mousie
Does the wool kitty look worried or what?
I kept moving this more and more out of Rembrandt's reach (over to a wall, higher and higher as she kept getting it) and she kept trying everything she could think of to reach this sock. Well, Marcie's note said it was for Rembrandt, after all. Thank you for the sock, Marcie, we both just love it :-).
DS Timmy and I went on a new hike close to Helen, Georgia, on Christmas Eve. We forded a creek to reach the trailhead. The waterfall at the end was really beautiful. Even though it was a gloomy day, there were many photo ops, including a rare Georgia sighting of beautiful fat icicles, but wouldn't you know I forgot my camera. Then we stoked up on excellent German food at the Hofer in Helen.
Now it's early Christmas morning and I'm trying to make one more present before Timmy wakes up (which fortunately for me could be hours), this one a re-sandwiching and re-quilting of his ancient Blankie that long ago lost all its nylon stitching and whose batting had turned into a mooshed ball. We've had this (actually a pair of them, in equally decrepit condition) since he was a baby. They have some stains and the fabric is worn as thin as gossamer, but he still sleeps under this, wears it as a toga, and took it off to college. He said if I would fix it, he would love me forever, so this is a Must Do :-).
Merry Christmas, all!