I made his in black, since I figured that there was no way he'd wear them if they were any non-sombre colour (my bright green/blue ones aren't for everyone, I suppose). He seemed to like them. They definitely fitted him well at any rate, which is what I was concerned about. Actually, somewhat annoyingly, they also fit me a lot better than my pair (mutter mutter....). Oh well, I can always make myself some more I suppose, since they take all of two hours per mitt - probably not even that.
I got him some other stupid stuff as well. He has more money than I do these days, so I figured it was best to go the silly/fun present than to aim for something serious that he might like. So, he got a pizza box full of silly foods. And a pair of mitts.
And then we all went out for Japanese, and he and my father funnelled large quantities of wine down my throat at high speeds. Hence this morning's state. Now I'm off to go and die in a corner somewhere...
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Ooo I think I'm meant to re-read Anne of Green Gables. Theres so many signs pointing to it (A lot of people are randomly bringing it up). I think I'll do that. I don't really see the appeal of Gilbert Blythe though.
My fictional crush is Dr Who. And Spencer Reid from Criminal Minds (dont' know if you get that show over there though), heh.
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