Had a little company. All of a sudden, as far as Roy was concerned, I was chopped meat.
One of my jobs as "Mimi" is to french braid her hair.
My daughters always required my services.
I have done it so long now, I do it without thinking.
I learned how to do it a long time ago, when I worked at the hospital at seventeen as a nurses' aide right out of high school. One of my patients was an old lady with beautiful hair to her waist. It was dark, with very little gray. She asked me one morning, if I would french braid her hair.
I said that I didn't know how.
She said, "I'll teach you." I braided her hair every morning for weeks.
The rest is history.
I got the highest compliment possible......"it doesn't hurt my head, and YOU didn't hurt me once."
She helped me out at the studio, and one of her jobs was to put tags on the sock monkeys.
She found two that had some problems. One was missing an ear, and one was missing an arm.
Next thing I know she is making room in the pantry, so she would have a place to fix them.
I have not met one kid yet who did not LOVE the studio.
The house, the stuff, all of it.
Drinking her root beer (a treat not the usual), she likes to talk at someone MOST of the time, here she's talking at me sitting on a step ladder that she dragged out.
Busy. This girl is BUSY.
She is DEFINITELY my granddaughter.
Here is mine, I was required to sign it.
On another note, I managed to finish one of the baby blankets I started so long ago.
Monkey boy likes it.
He told me.
I am liking it myself. I can't wait to get back to blanket # 2, which is under way with a different color weft.
For some reason, I am finding this particular project very soothing.