Hence...a fence.

I went to the Gap yesterday to buy Baby some more clothes. (I buy for him now. Not for me.) I usually like their clothes. Usually. Then I spotted their newest arrivals in the front of the store. What, to my wondering eyes did appear? Lovely, sexy, Camouflage. Blaze Orange. Hum. Right. I want to dress my child like a hunter. A man that goes out into the forest and stalks Bambi and then kills it. The last "theme" the Gap had was "Welcome to San Francisco". Again, a little on the controversial side. Why can't they just focus on soccer and bumble bees? Am I just too sensitive right now? Overly emotional due to a cracked out few months? Possibly. But needless to say, I didn't buy any new no clothes for him. Instead, I shuffled down to Old Navy and bought some "surfer" stuff. (so now he's dressed like a pot-smoke'in surfer dude? I can't win). I know that my desperation in helping project a certain image to the world for baby is a waste of time. I just want him to have a peaceful life, people to be nice to him, and not stuff him in a trash can. But, alas, it's his life. I can't control it. No matter how badly I want and need to.

Moving on! I decided on the Chevron scarf from "Last Minute Gifts" for my Fleece Artist yarn. It's turning out sweet. But it's a race against time before boredom sets in...story of my life.



This afternoon, my Dad and Bfriend measured the yard for a fence to keep the Baby and Purl inside the compound. (again, trying to control). I have nightmares of both of them getting run over. They are so unbelievably wound up. Baby is like a Whirling Dervish and Purl is a Tazmanian Devil...hence fence.