A week before I arrived in Colorado, the girls face-timed me and were beside themselves with excitement because Wendy had bought them a craft kit called Pom-Pom Puppies. They couldn't wait to make these Pom-Pom Puppies, but were saving the kit, so they could do it with me. Oh joy. I can knit and sew quite well, but following instructions in craft kits is not my forte.
It was just as I feared. Even the brand 100% KLUTZ certified was not enough to protect me from what followed. The only thing the girls could actually do was wind the yarn to make the pom-poms. The rest was up to me.
This was the first attempt. It's a chihuahua. Like the one on the packet?
This was the second one we made.
Feeling flushed with success - actually no, that's not true. It was because I was determined not to leave a legacy of a deformed puppy behind me, that I did some plastic surgery on the chihuahua.
This morning the girls got into bed with me before breakfast as they always do. We usually chat and have stories - either from books or from my head. Today they wanted funny stories about Dave, so I obliged. It reminded me so much of staying with my Gran and getting into bed with her, and listening to her stories of when she was little.
So it goes.