Dear Charlotte,
I'm so sorry. I was well on the way to making you a special little chair for when you are able to sit up and enjoy the world. But, guess what, my plans were shattered today when the very nice piece of SPF #3 I purchased a couple of months ago so I could age ir nicely, up and shattered on me. I kinda feel like Mick Jagger, but not really because he never had to deal with the US government, nor the USDA Forest Service's lack of control over our Nation's timber supply. But don't fret, Poppy will deliver. He always does, sooner or later.
Here are some very nice, and sorry photos.
Love,
Poppy
PS Big hug for Oliver. He's the man!
PPS Tell your Daddy that Mickey says hi.
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Poor chair, poor Charlotte and poor Poppy. Luckily Charlotte can't sit up yet so you've bought yourself some time! -- although the winter is fast approaching, and those gloves with the cut out finger holes won't do you much good in the snow!
Oops... looks like the wood got a little too dried out. That sucks. Thanks anyway. Charlotte won't mind... she's too busy sucking her thumb these days. She started doing that last week or so and hasn't stopped. The new chair better have room for her to both sit up and suck her thumb at the same time.
Rome wasn't built in a day.
Or, to quote Monty Python - "When I first came here, this was all swamp. Everyone said I was daft to build a castle on a swamp, but I built in all the same, just to show them. It sank into the swamp. So I built a second one. That sank into the swamp. So I built a third. That burned down, fell over, then sank into the swamp. But the fourth one stayed up. And that's what you're going to get, Lad, the strongest castle in all of England."
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