You may recall that we had a little incident with a pair of scissors recently. Well only a few days later we had another run in with scissors that I was too embarrassed to mention. What is that saying? Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me?

I should have wondered what Isabelle was doing when she snuck off to play oh so quietly. The silence is always a give away, or at least it should be. A few minutes alone with a pair of scissors and she had cut holes in a brand new shirt that she was wearing for the very first time. I believe I may have screamed a little. I then put the top aside and ignored it for quite some time.

I have been sulking around home most of the weekend, recovering from an ovarian cyst bursting late in the week (this is a good thing btw, just sore) and I didn’t feel ready to cast on the next piece of the Debbie Bliss Cabled Jacket right after finishing the back, so I looked in my “to do” basket and finally pulled out Isabelle’s top.

The butterflies were always there, the flowers are my attempt to hide Isabelle’s handy work with the scissors. They look a bit messy up close but she never stands still long enough for anyone to get a good look anyway - a fact I should have considered before deciding to take a photo while she was wearing the top. This is what Isabelle thought of the experience.