A Wooly Valentine
Well, to be honest, this post was intended for Friday. But . . . old man winter decided to make a crappy weather day, and then Saturday wasn't any better, and finally on Sunday when the Dude was headed to get fried chicken (his Sunday afternoon go-to, must have, southern genes in the big city can't get rid of fix)I took the few hours of sunshine to capture some wooly, plaid, flannel glory. Yup. I made him a coat. Not only did I made him a coat, I forced (yes, forced) him to pick the color of wool and the color of flannel. Not to worry, I gave him four options (too many options and things get hairy). So, the Dude got a coat for Valentine's. It has been a brutal winter after all. I mean, so at least I know it's practical. And, well, considering he wears it without thinking . . . I think I win. What? A wool coat isn't very romantic you say? Well, as he said, "You made it! That makes anything romantic." Well, let's start from the ins...