Sunday, January 03, 2010
Well, someone loves the Rasta Hat....
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The story goes like this: Alex said he wanted a Rasta Hat for Christmas, so Mom knitted him one, but it just came out as a REALLY BIG hat and he didn't like it so much. However, Stella found it one day and appears to LOVE it. Just goes to show, every knitted thing has a home--you just have to find it!
Hi. My name is Emerson. My parents are both nuts. There is no telling why Dad liked my name; Mom, at least, named me Emerson for a reason. She named me after her favorite theological poet who cared more about all of Nature itself than any particular religion's view of it. I guess it could have been worse. They could have named me Ralph or, God forbid, Waldo! Well back to the crib before they find out I wrote this.
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