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.