I’ve lost my mind and this blog post confirms it.
Yesterday I was working on a shawl for a Knit Along. Addie loves teal and the yarn is teal colored. I had made some decent progress but somewhere my stitch count got off so I ripped it all the way back and when I started over, Addie saw it and said “Oh, that would make the PERFECT Barbie shawl. PLEASE Granny!” I said ok, stopped where I was, bound it off, then soaked it and blocked it.
Then, I started over again. Third time’s the charm, right? The little one is hers, the bigger one is a small portion of my full size shawl.
Addie kept saying “Why are you pinning those on my pillow?” I got that pillow from the closet so I was wondering why her pillow was in the closet but as I started unpinning the wet doll shawl . .
Addie: I thought you said you’d leave it pinned overnight to dry??
Me: But don’t you need your pillow?
Addie: It’s not my pillow.
Me: You said it was your pillow.
Addie: Granny – My Pillow.
Oh! Like Mike Lindell My Pillow!
It gets worse . . she had me making doll furniture too . . a post for later today.