...done, and a scarf started. Maybe some socks will go on the needles later today. But that might be too hard. I am surprised at how much effort thinking is taking. I ordered a gift on line today. The customer service person asked for my address, and I went blank. Totally blank.
I told Wonderful Guy I will never again underestimate the effects of anesthesia. He asked me (somewhat facetiously) if that's what I was blaming it on. I told him that was my story and I was sticking to it!
So back to the important stuff. Youngest Daughter and Grandbebe Girl came over yesterday to help how they could. Peanut butter cookies were made for gifts, and sewing was worked on.
Most importantly, Grandbebe Girl visited! She saw Grandmama's special beaded tree.
She was very impressed.
Grandbebe Girl thought the little gifts were just her size.
And she thought maybe something her size might be inside, too.
However, she put them down at little urging and picked up the little toys.
She drove them around the table, making the appropriate 'puttering' sounds.
According to Youngest Daughter, Bebe's Daddy taught her those mad skilz.
It was a cheerful day.