This first bit is going to double as a “farm Friday” for Wabi’s blog. I used to be the video guy in the house. But I have retired from that and now leave it to these children. Especially Cam, who does it for a living. I was so charmed by Jenni’s running chickens, mostly because the vid on the bottom gives me a completely different taste of her world, I thought I’d offer this one, shot while we were gone, so that you can get a taste of ours. The barn part, anyway.
So, back to the matter at hand. We went to visit these people:
Also this person.
And you thought people who come out of med school turn out to be adults huh?
The dentist, or himself when he’s at home.
This is actually the shot I meant to use, but now I’m kind of liking that silly one up there. Note the hanging monkey. There are dozens all over this dental office. Cheerful hanging monkeys. Who knew children would love them so much?
And I found this thing I had made, right on Gin’s bed. Well, wait – not this next thing, exactly.
Years ago, Gin had this lizard thing stuck to the wall of her first house. Over time, he lost his lower jaw, something Kris should now be able to fix at the office, you’d think. Anyway, I stole it. Stole it and stuck it to this painting, because I wanted to do this:
“And what, pray tell, do you call this?” you say. It’s a pillow case with a pillow stuck inside it. Lumpy but lovely, jah? And note the cool applique version of Gin’s beast? She and the dr. have mirror-matching cases. I wonder if the overbite drives Kris nuts (when he notices it).
How cool is it to find out that, when you’re not even looking, somebody likes what you made for them?
Last of all, while we were down there, Gin had a birthday. I had made this little knit pup for Max, but Gin’s face when I showed him to her made me change my mind.
G, here, is playing the part of a “booth babe.” You know, those pretty girls who stand around at the booths at trade shows? Showing off the goods to attractive advantage. Actually, he looks like the kindly toy maker. More than I ever could.
The pup’s a Fuzzy Mitten guy, like the little brown one I made before. But this sweater is made correctly, even if I didn’t shoot it so you can tell. There’s a heart pattern on the front. His name is now Max.
And the little tail. And he has a little secret, like Murph’s pony.
Loves for Gin!!!
This is the end of Part Three.
(Part four is going to be a terrifying story of great courage. Honest.)
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