First off, Happy Valentine’s Day to each and every one of you!
Sweet: This morning my middle daughter came bursting through the front door with a plate full of Valentine’s goodies from the neighbor’s grandma! She is extremely nice to my girls (A2 plays a lot with her grandson). I plan on knitting her something to thank her for all of her kindness.
Sour: Yesterday my youngest daughter’s class had their Valentine’s Day party right before coming home. That’s some smart and strategic planning on the teacher’s part because if the other students were sugared up as much as my own kidlet then a classroom full of them would have been insane. Anyway, in all of the excitement at the party the cards themselves were ignored. A3 ended up with an entire bag of unopened Valentine’s cards from her classmates. So after school she sat in the living room opening them, gorging happily on candy. All of the sudden and quite unexpectedly she burst into tears. Her source of angst was this:
I turned the card over several times looking for some kind of joke or “Just kidding!” but there was nothing other than the names on the other side. What company prints such cruel cards and what kind of child would pass these out? I pondered these, and other thoughts for several minutes until my eldest came in and said, “Oh, that’s Happy Bunny.” This meant nothing to me because I don’t know who or what in the heck “Happy Bunny” is. A1 enlightened both A3 and me. Apparently this cartoon character, named Happy Bunny, goes around being rude and insulting and it’s supposed to be funny. There are books, clothes, etc. http://www.itshappybunnybooks.com/ . I don’t get it. We finally got A3 calmed down and convinced that the message was nothing personal.
Pi: I made a hat for my eldest daughter’s math teacher.
It’s based on this pattern… although I ended up changing the stitch count and font. I also extended it out to fit as many digits as possible on the hat. I’m not terribly pleased due to the sloppiness of the color work. A co-worker wants one too. Hopefully hers will turn out neater.
Finally, I won an award from Cindy.
Thank you Cindy! I don’t feel very creative, but I’m flattered that you think I am.