I finally broke down and joined Instagram. My friend has a cute kid I wanted to see more of and it’s really the only social-networky thing my sister updates on the regular. So why not, I said? Oh, maybe because my phone is not aging well and an additional app my scramble its pea brain? OH WELL, I said.
I can’t figure out how to put the instagram’d images here, but here are the original images for you to enjoy.
|Look at these mini mitts!|
So great. I’ve been taking a break from any MAJOR knitting projects and trying to use up some scrap yarn. I’m trying to put these on my front-door wreath and will hang some on my little tree:
It’s finally ok that I whistle “Sleigh Ride” all the time! It’s Christmas time, and I’m thrilled.
|Droopy G. Robinson|
He looks like an old timey gangster with a cigar, no? Myeah, shee?
This one – no idea. Isn’t this the kind of picture you’re supposed to take with Instagram? I’m pretty sure that’s what it’s for. That’s what my research tells me, anyway.