Service-able Stealth

I'm bleary-eyed tonight after spending four hours sewing sock monkeys for my daughter's CTE class.

First there was the issue of fixing 'Mr. Freak', the wretched beast she worked on in class with her 12-year-old male 'partner' who, btw, will not grow up to be the next Christian Dior.

Fortunately for me, the moment I mentioned a French name, Stealth demanded he be included.

After doing what we could to make Mr. Freak presentable, we went own to sew a freak of our own.

Mind you, my daughter hates sewing.  And I'll admit it's not my favorite thing either ... even though my grandmother taught sewing for thirty years in the public schools.  (I was forced to attend her summer classes, where I could never let-on that she was my grandmother as she didn't want to be accused of favoritism.)

It was Stealth's idea to give everyone bow ties, which in the end probably added an edge of class to an otherwise obvious collection of misfits.

On the bright side, my daughter has not one but TWO fabulous sock monkeys (Stealth says it 'minkies') to turn in for her service project tomorrow. 

With luck, the minkies will find understanding children to love them. :-)