I’m finally getting around to making Plimco the hat with ears that she requested about one million years ago. I’m concerned that this may be a little small, but it’s just a prototype so that I can get a feel for how making such a hat works, so I guess it doesn’t matter if it’s too small. She can just give it to someone who’s got a tiny head.
This morning I was thinking of her sister, Dr. J and how on weekend mornings, I would come out of the shower and perform the infamous towel dance for her. I wonder if I could put that up on YouTube. In a former life, I bet I was a burlesque dancer.
I’ve got a lot on my mind, but I don’t know how to articulate it.
Oh, the towel dance! I miss getting up with you some mornings. The way you would never put in your contacts until after breakfast, so you’d be squinting into your cereal bowl to find the last elusive cheerios. That was such a sunny, wonderful kitchen that we had, too. *Sigh* Memories.
I was thinking of doing the towel dance for Tiny Cat Pants. But I’m not sure I have guts that big.