So I made a set of kids legwarmers and made the boy model one of them
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| he's the only one with legs scrawny enough to fit |
then I heard something calling from the fridge. . .
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| if you say so. . . |
Then I really got down to business.
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| camera case |
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| iPod bed |
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| headband and wristlets to complete the Breakin outfit |
Then I realized how neglectful I was being---
. . .and, since I'm a responsible drinker---
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of course, by the time I finished this, the beer had gotten warm on its own.
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So I started on a hat, got halfway done, and saw the sun come up. Screw my goals! Big Munky came home and found me in this strange Irish yoga pose with a crochet hook tangled up in my hair and a Stitch foot in my butt.
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| good luck finding that hook, Self. |
AND THERE'S STILL FREAKIN YARN LEFT OVER. I HATE THIS HOBBY.
Why yes, I believe I will.
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