Polly the Sock Zebra: (Sigh) Maybe today will be the day.
Ruby the Sock Dog: I don't know. I've been sitting around here with this deep gash in my leg forever, girlfriend.
Polly the Sock Zebra: I'm really tired of being naked. It's chilly and, well, embarrassing.
Ruby the Sock Dog: Well, if you want to know the truth, I think...
Polly the Sock Zebra: Shhhh! Shhhh! Shhhh! Here she comes. Here she comes. Look cute. She can't resist cute.
That is the conversation I heard coming out of my craft room yesterday. Ok. Not really. But those little black button eyes did follow me where ever I went. I finally said, "Enough already!"
The sock dog and the sock zebra have been lounging about my craft room for weeks. Ruby (remember her?) was there because she had a big hole loved into her leg. Polly was waiting on some clothes so that she could make her big debut. Not any more. A few quick stitches and Ruby was as good as new. As for Polly...Here she is. Clothes and all.
Before I tell you how Polly came to be, I want to ask you a question. Is it wrong to bribe your children? I don't think Mother-Of-The-Year does it. Dang! Two thousand nine is so new and I'm already out of the running because Polly is payment for a bribe. Our Christmas pageant at church was short a major player, namely Joseph. What's a nativity scene without Joseph? I told Becca that if she would be Joseph, complete with with a braid beard, I would make her whatever her heart desired. Becca went up in front of a church full of people looking like this, so I made Polly.
The whole time I was making Polly, all I could think about was Neapolitan ice cream. The yarn I used for her mane is the exact color of chocolate, strawberry, and vanilla stacked side by side in a frozen carton of yum. Her name is a derivative of Neapolitan...Nea-polly-ton. Get it?
My favorite part of Polly is her tail. I don't know why, but it tickles my fancy.
Now that Polly is finished, I've created a bit of a problem. Ruby belongs to Libbie. Polly is Becca's sock zebra. Now my third triplet, Emily, is plotting and scheming to get a sock creature of her own. A few days ago she sent me an email pretending to be Linda Boargin. Linda Boargin??? Where do they come up with this stuff? Linda Boargin ordered a sock elephant. She wanted it sent to our address. Too funny, Emily. I'm on to you, though. I guess I'm going to have to think up another really good bribe. Hm-mm...Thinking. Thinking. Thinking.