AFTER THE FEAST

Does your family boast an incredibly tacky 50's kind of platter?  The one that makes its debut but once a year?  Ours does, and it was handed down to me.  Woo-hoo.  Notice the crack in the upper left corner?  You can't destroy these things!
I hope that you all had a wonderful and memorable Thanksgiving day.  This guy became a "lap dog" when the turkey aroma finally transformed his good manners -

It's to his credit that he rarely begs.  In his defense, there were some substantial items being passed around that were worth begging for!  We had a beautiful meal and a quiet afternoon.  Sometime during the night I was nailed by the latest viral something - translating into a horrific head cold.  Snot City.  Sorry.


But the good news is that the Briar Rose fiber came - the skein that Chris dyed for me so that I could finish my Hilflowers shawl.  Chris is a magician - there is no way to separate the new from the old fiber.  How does she do that?

The shawl is calling to me from the couch.  Turner Classics, here I come.