When my brother first left for Harvard Medical School, he ditched the sunshine, went all the way across the country, adopted a new time zone, and left his little sister (me, sniff) behind. I missed him dearly so for Christmas that year, he brought me back a bear whom I aptly named "TonTon," the nickname I had for my brother when I was growing up.
Two years later, when I had the fortune of following him to HMS, TonTon was going to make the trip with me. In preparation for the new climate, I bought socks and close-toed shoes (I've always been more of a flip-flop girl), and my mom and I started a project...
My mom is extremely crafty and works miracles with knitting needles (she made all of our clothes when we were young). So for her, this was a piece of cake, but for me, it was quite difficult and is now something I treasure and still look at with amazement. Thus, with the sub-freezing weather here in Boston, there came a change in outfits.
Needless to say, I still have a lot more to learn from mom.
My favorites include the hat ball, ear holes, detail and tassels on the scarf, thumbs and heels on the mittens and socks, and their bow ties. Okay, so I guess that's pretty much everything, but can you blame me?
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