G.I. Joe wears a mohair poncho

Mom's mohair poncho is speeding along. Look how pretty the colors are. Can you see that I joined the new ball to create the neckline with virtually no color change? Yep, I'm proud of that. I'm less excited about how the colors "come together" on the other side of the neck. After much thought, I decided it was unavoidable.


Gratuitous Dog-Wearing-Poncho photo, because Danielle and I must use our shared window ledge for fun.


In other news, Wifey and I have been complaining for over a year about the old raggedy store-bought quilt that graces Little Man's bed. The quilt's previous tour of duty was through most of Wifey's college years, so it's taken a beating (drowning?). We've been oogling this Pottery Barn quilt for months, and I finally decided that I'm going re-create it. This will be the project for June (aka once the commissioned Puma quilt is done.)



Lest you fear that I've lost my marbles, there will be NO camouflage in Little Man's room. My Mom thought it was funny to include a vintage G.I. Joe in Little Man's Easter basket this year. Mr. Joe found himself face-first in the trash within seconds of arriving in my house. My Mom is sassy. Surprised?