I was going through Bill's clothes to donate them when I came across his flannel shirts. He has several of them and I thought something could be made from them to remember him by. Thus Billy was born.
Billy was born.
Here he is, sitting in Bill's favorite chair. But wait. Even though he was made from a shirt, he still needed a shirt, don't you think?
Here we go. That's better.
And that little guy was inspecting Granddaughter Ingrid's Wonderful Wallaby.
This last picture has nothing to do with Teddy bears, knitting or cat, but it's so pretty I decided to include it anyway. Here are the trees in the Shenandoah National Park one foggy morning in November as we drove along the Skyline Drive hoping to see the Fall foliage and instead encountering ... ice and snow!