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I'll post some pictures, and if I think of anything to say you can be sure I'll say it!
I'll post some pictures, and if I think of anything to say you can be sure I'll say it!
On my second ever class with Mr. Wilson, he told us that his birthday was the following week. I said I would make him a cake. When I brought it in he seemed entirely surprised. I said, "I promised to make it!" He replied, "I didn't think you actually would; I don't trust anyone!" If you know Mr. Wilson, you are cracking up right now.
The begginings of fudge. Yum.
A pair of mittens for Maria Stanculescu. Apparently my hands are the same size as those of an average six-twelve year old, because these mittens fit me perfectly!
A pair of fingerless gloves for Tibi Stanculescu, modeled by Matthew. Sophia Stanculescu recieved a hat that I thought came out adorably, but I didn't have a model with the right sized head for a picture. Maybe she'll wear it for me sometime.
Nana's late breakfast yesterday. Fork-beat two or three eggs with a bit of water, two shakes of salt, one shake of pepper, and about a 1/4 tsp. chili powder. Scramble in a heated and lightly oiled pan. Toast two tortillas on the stove and fill with cooked eggs. Place diced tomato and some hot sauce (I used a packet of Taco Bell hot sauce) in heated pan; cook until softened and heated through. Stuff into tortillas along with sliced avocado. Serve with tortilla chips. I may call it "The Kino," although I can hardly think about that book (Steinbeck's "The Pearl"; sorry, I can't figure out how to italicize within a caption) without feeling rather ill...
The dragon I croched for my cousin Bryson's fifth birthday. To be honest, I'm quite proud of it. He took it to kindergartenshow-and-tell and said that his cousin Rara made it!
Marble mini muffin!
"The cherry's abloom in the Northland, the wild, lone cherry tree. The sad, sweet birds, of the Spring-time are singing again to me. They sing of the frozen rivers, piping soft and low, till I think I hear your foosteps dancing, across the snow. Sing! Birds! Sing songs of the Spring-time. Sing high on the cherry tree. Sing of my love in the Northland, as my love once sang to me. Hush! Birds! The cherry in silence, is letting her petals fall, for one whose dancing footsteps, will never come, at all." Beautiful song by Margaret Rose and Armstrong Gibbs entitled "The Cherry Tree."
A pillow doll for my cousin Bennett.
My dad's pipe on my dad's scarf. Love this picture!
OTTO!!!
Sorry you had to suffer through that. I'll try to use my brain more in my next post!
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