Arrived home from my divisional christmas lunch yesterday (about which the less is said, the better – horribly tedious people with nothing in common, much?) to find Bessie creating a stencil for a tote she’d made for a friend, with a pair of shorts she’d cut out awaiting sewing.
Some sort of Glee thing, of which I have no comprehension, but I like the punkness
Super-hero shorts for her baby brother
I commented to the fam at large “this gladdens my heart, when I was Bessie’s age I spent all of my downtime pursuing crafty endeavours”
To which Bessie responded, “yeah, but you did not have the internet”.
Truer words were never spoken.