I have to show you my next project. Her name is Twigs.
|Pattern from The Good Wife.|
Does anyone besides me remember Flurbies?
Our kids were young and they bought them with their own money. I for one couldn't stand the things. When we were in the process of building this house, we had a sea train put out here and I went about moving things out here to make the house look less cluttered. Having 8 people living in a house, will make selling a house a challenge. I boxed up the kids rooms and moved every thing out to the sea train. In some of the kids boxes they had packed the Flurbies.
Every time I brought boxes out to the sea train, you would hear from the back boxes. " Help me, I scared!!" " Or its dark and I afraid.!" Or if the kids were looking for something we had packed, the thing would say, " I here! I here! Come get me!!
It was so creepy. Yesterday the boys and I were talking and they told me that after they unpacked, and they found the flubies, they took them outside and set them up and used them for paint ball targets. Elliot said, " that every time they got hit with a paintball they would scream." He said, they finally took the batteries out, but then when they did that they let out a loud groan.
I know that they were just a toy but it still freaks me out to think about stuff like that. Now I bet they are more advanced than then. I had friends that their kids wouldn't sleep in their rooms because the thing would turn on in the middle of the night and open its eyes and start talking. Reminds me of Robert the doll.
Today I saw the winter forecast from Accuweather.
After years and years of the weather map for us of being hotter and dryer. This one did make me feel like there is hope. I promise you I won't complain of rain if it happens. I am still praying and keeping my fingers crossed along with my toes and teeth.
|Our grandson waiting for a tractor ride.|
"I'm not afraid of that. And tears can be happy as well as sad. My very happiest moments have been when I had tears in my eyes—when Marilla told me I might stay at Green Gables—when Matthew gave me the first pretty dress I ever had—when I heard that you were going to recover from the fever. So give me pearls for our troth ring, Gilbert, and I'll willingly accept the sorrow of life with its joy." -Anne”
― L.M. Montgomery, Anne's House of Dreams.