Hey Cisco!....Hey Poncho!
The Bosnian orphan will wear nothing warm over her chosen uniform but a size 1 baby poncho that belonged to her cousins. It barely keeps her neck warm.
We dug around in the vortex of the black hole under the house and found old polar fleece I had begun to make into jumpers for the thirteen year olds when they were not yet one year olds. I was busy!
We chopped out a neck hole and ruled some lines to cut some cheat's fringing.
It's colourful, right? Does the job? Matches the eclectic nature of the Short one's taste, albeit more Mexican orphan now?
It got about fifteen minutes of wear before it became a blanket in the consumption ward of her dolls' hospital bedroom. Even the dollies have the lurgy now.
Looks like the crafty mojo-hito was short lived.
