This is a sequel to my February 7th post where, years later, I was told of events in my children’s lives that occurred right under my nose. After a friend sent me a link to a Shar Pei dog undergoing an extreme makeover, Bryant told me how he and a friend (who will remain anonymous lest his mother read my blog and not allow him over again) would challenge each other to how many clothes pins they could pin on their arm. It was a contest of endurance since clothespins on arms aren’t entirely painless. Now that they are teens I should be grateful they aren’t competing for the number of piercings. Did you know the plural of piercing is not in the spell check? That proves their unacceptability to mothers. I remember reading a book as a child, was it Little
Women or the Five Little Peppers and How They Grew, where one of the girls would keep a clothespin on her nose to assure it remained in its upturned state. What price glory? Here is Bryant re-enacting the clothespin trick. Good thing he already has an upturned nose.
I start my watercolour class tonight, so for a while I’ll be posting three times per week as time will be a bit more limited.
This is Elina’s shawl 50% complete:

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