Gabriella put herself out-there yesterday and I am happy with that. It seems that creative gene that my Mom and Grandmother possess, that skipped me, has firmly been installed in Gabriella. She has a very artistic side to her. She will have her stuff falling down around her and you see her sitting on the floor with her strings making coverings for her wires or making knots with "cat-gut" as she strings together a bracelet or necklace. Gabriella is always making something and not picking up after herself, but still entirely busy, busy, busy. She (it really wasn't hard) roped me into a new endeavor, making fleece blankets to sell. Her first one was so warm and fuzzy that I was caught up in the yumminess of polar fleece. Yeah, of course, there are 64.9 million different fleece patterns and you know where that went.
I still do not have a favorite blanket, I love them all.