This is what I do when my kids are making me crazy.
I tear sheets into "yarn" and ghetto-block capelets. The following pictures are terrible. Okay, no. My husband took the photos and they are fine. It's the subject - the person in said photographs. I have this thing.. I don't like her very much. I never have. But I'm trying to get over that and accept her for who she is - tattered pajamas and all.
(The hand on the belly is not a hint. I am not pregnant. I do, however, have many holes in my shirt. Pale, pale skin is very noticable in holey black shirts.)
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