This is the beautiful puzzle Lydia put together last night apparently. When I asked to see it, she said she'd rolled it up and put it back in the box.
Well, smart child, she took pictures first. This is impressive.
And on my list for two weeks now is to sew some baby blankets. The fabric was bought and washed, then folded and stacked.
Sewing creates a mess and takes time I don't have, but two were sewn tonight.
Tim then brought up his own blanket, and I drew a blank. I told him I would not have thrown it away, but who knows where it is?
He said it was blue with slippery edges and then he and his sisters dug around in the bins of outgrown clothes in his closet and found it. Once upon a time it was chenille on the front and blue satin on the back.
That was a very long time ago.
Here he is, sprawled out with it in that chair back from the upholsterer last week. I like the chair, still getting used to it. It's darker and more textured than the old fabric.
He said now the blanky can double as a sleeping bag.
Then he thought the new blanky was much, much bigger than his blue one.
Nope.
Same size.
This is a guy so annoyed by little kids and the idea of a weekend of them at the lake with the boring parents. (Me and Jay.) He's in pain.
I do understand.
My beautiful friend is retiring. She's earned it. Today the kids went with me as we put together a gift for her--the planter and flower, the bottle of Jay's wine with a ribbon, and a card. Into the future she goes, and I'm nothing but happy for her.
A little lonely and bereft for myself, true, but that's totally not the point.
Oh, and here we are wrapping up the night, something about a ninja sound track which made James cover his eyes and groan a little. "I don't even want to know what that iiiissss."
Mmm, Tuesday, you sweet warm last day of April, you.
My weekend starts right here.
Snow is forecast for tomorrow.
Whatever! It's still 68 degrees in this bedroom now, windows wide open.
Nothing is going to disrupt my peace.
Onward, May. love, Val
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