... have i actually created a blog?
if this turns out to be a great thing for me - princess of the technophobes - certain people will be bought large and many coffees. if not, then i'll get bored and eventually forget i ever owned a blog. either way it should work.
i don't do intros well, so to avoid a poorly-written personals ad, i'll just jump in.
thehobbit is ignoring his dinner (which itself is shocking) in favor of playing with his new obsession. auntie soap gave him a small, 2-story, wooden dollhouse of his very own. he and minisoap are currently reading the borrowers, and meeting weekly to make teeny furniture out of found objects. i think it's great fun, but he's finding objects in my boxes and tins! confession: the urge to decorate the dollhouse while he's sleeping is soooo strong! i can see a tiny headboard for the matchbox-bed made from curled paper clips, and i'd glue glass bead pulls to the little dresser he made. i love the skullie picture he glued to the wall, but he won't let me make a frame for it. spoil sport.
something odd happened with the iron. it felt like i was shocked. manlyman says that's not possible as it's brand new. his iron - he should know... but i won't touch it again. i have to sew two drink slings tonight, so he'll have to press my seams. hmmm sounds naughty.
just told thehobbit to put his things away, and get ready for bed. he's yelling 'nooo i'm eating dinner!' with a pair of scissors in one hand, and a piece of damask he nicked from my fabric baskets in the other. too damned cute.
i suppose i should do the parent thing, or i'll be writing, and he'll be building a 3rd story when manlyman gets home from work.