I thought a little more about handwriting, after my post last week;
And then I read Adwoa's wonderful post the other day, followed by Nat's great post on her own handwriting and felt that I still had a little more to say about my own. And my Father's.
And then this post went off on a tangent and who was I to stop it?
My Dad's weapon of choice. Probably because that's pretty much all that we had in the house.
Hey, I never said I could sew. Here's the finished product. It's holding up well, so far.
Laugh all you want. I was a kid. That's my excuse. And in case you're wondering, the yellow guy on the cover is an Oscar statuette. How can you not tell?
That's the first page of letter A. The little black squares make it easier to count each title.