In additional botchery, remember when I posted that I'd learned to sew Velcro for this swap? Um, no. I did a test wash today of one of the items I'd used the Velcro on ("test wash" is code for "Sydney mashed banana into it"), and it did not do so much of the staying on nicely thing that I'd hoped it would do. On the grump side, now I have to do that part over and I wasted money on stupid Velcro. On the non-grump side, I'm pretty stoked that tomorrow I'm going to buy some snaps and a snap-setter--I have always wanted to learn to set snaps!
And, um, finally...don't freak out, grandparents, but Willow's hair, which used to look like this:
today looks like this:She did the back middle (unsupervised, with "Momma scissors") and I evened out the sides. It's adorable, of course, and though there were dire consequences for using Momma scissors without permission, there were no consequences for the hair cutting--it's her hair, right? I firmly support her right to have control over her own body, within the limits of safety and public codes of conduct, but I do still get to cry quietly in the bathroom with the door closed. Adieu, sweet little baby curls. Adieu.