Well, my son got his stripes. He is now a sarge...this is a normal part of the army life from my understanding. So of course the task to sew them on was left to me.
I started cheerfully enough, then realized that I CAN NOT SEW!!!!
I mean I got them on but I don't think I'll get a job in this field.
At least they are on. And flat. And around the same place on both sides.
One kitty has a new home. My son is bringing him (in a knapsack) to a friend whose leg was broken. Kiko, the cat in question, is the sweetest of the lot. We put hiim in the sack last night to test it out and he just went to sleep.
Now to find a home for the other two...though truthfully, I don't want them to go. Tiara and Dian both snuggle with me all the time, and give kisses....Waaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I'm going to miss them.
Posted by Rachel Ann at May 7, 2006 07:22 AM | TrackBackMazal tov to the son on the stripes!
Posted by: Mozemen at May 7, 2006 08:23 AMCongratulations to your son. Sewing any kind of patch or stripe is almost impossible, in my opinion.
Enjoy the kittens as long as you can. There's nothing like a snuggly, purring little fluffball.
Posted by: Jules at May 7, 2006 01:27 PMMy greatest sewing trauma here was when my eldest was in the first grade, and they got their sidurim. We were given some fabric and told to embroider. My pathetic cross stitches gave her the ugliest siddur in the class.
Posted by: muse at May 8, 2006 09:37 AM