That must be the answer. Sarcastically over lunch today, I asked my nine-year-old if he’d like me to make him a fake fur bedspread. “Sure,” he said. Turning to the six-year-old, who I’d hoped had more fashion sense than his brother: “How would you like to live in a room like this?” Him: “ok.” Me: […]Read More: The 1970’s were designed by young boys
Tech company worker bee by day; yarn, polymer clay, and fabric aficionado by night. If it sits still long enough and looks pretty, I will photograph it. I’m married to a sci-fi editor, and am mother to two highly-entertaining young men.
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