Facepalm or Headpalm, your choice.

I was just looking back through my old posts and realised, much to my shock and surprise, that blogger doesn't always tell me when I have a new comment! Bugger! A few weeks ago I noticed I had a comment, but no email notification. Thought it was a fluke and went on with life. Now I see it's happened a few times.

I found two comments from dear Pren that she left almost a year ago. I had no idea. I'm so sorry! I love comments and would have gleefully answered at the time if I'd seen them.

As a matter of fact, I'll answer them now.

Here's the first post

And pren said...
YOU made our logo!? that is so cool i don't know where he heck i thought it came from but it is totally perfect. is that how you got your winner of the HPC craft challenge button or was that for some other crafty endeavor?
March 13, 2008 7:21 PM

Yup, that was me! And that's how I got my button. It's still weird seeing it on HPC. And I still want to redo it. The "a" in Harry is just not right and the "e" in Potter should be fatter. Finishing a project is always the hardest part for me. Mr. Man has had step in and stop me on more than one occasion, bless 'em.

Here's the second post:

And pren said...
ha!omg that pic is so cute and hilarious. you guys are funny. how come you never show your little girls little face? just curious. i noticed you took it out in her robe pix too. oh and did you get all into hp first or did she? i dragged my mom into it but now shes gung ho.
March 13, 2008 7:16 PM

Witness protection program. ;)

Just for safety reasons really. And she really likes that she looks like she's regenerating, so it's fun now. Rest assured she is cute as a bug. I on the other had am not. I don't scare children on the street or anything, but the camera is not my friend and I try not to aggravate it by getting in front of it too often.

And I got into HP just like your mom. K loved it more than anything for a long time, and she needed robes and a wand and a scarf and a tiny Skele-Gro Bottle and a Potter Puppet Pal Pysanky.

Well, maybe she didn't need the pysanky, but by that point I was hooked and there was no stopping me. Or her. :)

There. Better late than never.

*scurries off to check there aren't any more*