Monday, May 12, 2014

Who's your daughter?

I'm catching up. Miss M's dress is finished. It has French seams. The hem is very nice. I refreshed my memory about how to sew a button hole. Miss M sewed on a button!! The clutch is done, too. 

Kat called!

Daughter C sent me a lot of photographs taken with her eye. 

This is what Missy & I talked about last evening.


"Yes, Missy?"


"I'm confused."

"Ohhh. What's the trouble?"

"Well, ... "


"Oh good grief."

"Carry on... "

"Well, I'm confused because you call me "girl" and Daughter C called me "Sister" which means I should have... . Oh, Marica... . I'm so sorry! I didn't know you were my mother. I didn't get you anything."

"Oh! Missy! Don't be silly. We love you, but you're a dog. 'Girl' is a term of endearment-- as is 'Sister.' You're a dog. You gave to me a very nice present today. You were a goooood dooog."

"Stop patronizing me."




Be nice. Nothing inappropriate, please.