I’m up to the point where I should be fleshing out my Robert Gentry portion, but yesterday I just couldn’t spend that much time with him. Instead, I spent the morning doing chores, then I went to a birthday party, and then I kind of worked on my doodads.
They’re so fussy. But I still really, really like them and think they’re going to be great on the afghan.
Bah, okay, I should make the most of this time. Off to Robert Gentry.
Tiny Cat Pants 