Luckily, with my knitting skills, I didn’t have to. But he does have a beard. Man fiber-art 🙂
Also, thanks for all your nice comments about my post yesterday with the family photos. They are some of my most treasured photos. Until my grandma gave the pack of photos of Lula Mae a few years ago, I had no idea about her. I don’t know that I even knew her name. It gives me a little thrill though to know that I’ve walked the same old down town streets that she walked, and I visited her little house countless times to see my Grandma Kate, who married Lula Mae’s son and raised her own family in the same little house. It still stands today and still is in the family.
I think these sort of little ties to history and place and family are one of the benefits of living in a family that didn’t move much. Well, we moved a bit but always came back. Bloom where you planted, I suppose.
Have a lovely weekend!~~