Larry

You know those old folks who can build cabins out of driftwood and rusted nails, and sew bridesmaids dresses out of old table runners? Whatever happened to people like that? Everyone I know under the age of 45 can basically thumb-type real fast, knows how to record shows on a Tivo, and that is about the extent of their skill set. Within one generation, we have bred every relevant skill set out of the human race. Good work, technology.

With this in mind, I have recently become determined to learn how to use a sewing machine. A rag doll for charity seemed like a reasonable first project to tackle. How hard could it be to make this thing? It looks like a cotton lollipop.

Well, uh. It was hard. Somehow, my doll ended up looking like a small shark took a bite out of the side of his head. Have you ever tried to sew a circle? How did the eyes end up so huge? No, Larry is unfortunately not up to child-comforting snuff, and thus he will need to live with me, as a testament to my lack of relevant skills.

Hopefully, Larry II will be worth sending off.