Two complete trips through the laundry on a warm permapress cycle made them come right 'round, to look more slipper-like, thusly.

DS is delighted with the outcome. They are thick and woolly and keep his feet off the cold floors. I'm thinking maybe I need to whip up a pair for myself.

The Goddessette . Yes, she's an odd one.

Take a minute to click on the thumbnail and take a look at what DD brought home from school today. They are studying frogs in first grade science. The Goddess-in-Training at Frog Hollow wants to be a tadpole because they're small and she draws awesome little one-eyed smiling frogs. I disagree with her answer on the multiple guess question. A frog grows from a tadpole to a mouthful!

My great-great grandfather, Maxwell Wellington Wilkinson (1847-1922)



My great grandfather, Francis Eugene Wilkinson (1872-1956)



My grandfather, Howard Edward Wilkinson (1899-1965)




My father, Peter Wilkinson (1937-2002) A rare early shot of him mustacheless. He later followed the Wilkinson walrus trend.







Me! Gabrielle Kimberly Wilkinson Adams (1969-) Fuchsia hair in front of my family tree. No mustache here, though I'm tempted to buy one, just for laughs. My brother wears one.



My children, Conner and Samantha. No mustaches... yet.





I would love to add a picture of my ggg grandfather George Maxwell Wilkinson (1809-1884) to my collection. He emmigrated to New York from Scotland and married Polly Spicer, a descendant of the venerable Spicer family. If anyone knows where I can find one, I'd be thrilled.