Socks and spoons and a happy birthday weekend
UPDATE: Both pics are clickable now, Ann (you don't have to press your nose against the screen now). As long as I'm here, I may as well say something. Ahem. First, your birthday wishes are most welcome and so fun to read! Thank you. My appetite for cake has been growing all day! Second, the florist tried unsuccessfully to deliver something here today; he'll be successful in the morning. Woohoo, flowers (or something)! Third, the eldest heard from an all-girls' camp in Maine that's interested in her as their "arts and crafts counselor" this summer. Too cool. She'd even have time to knock off a few credits, as she'd planned, between time in London and time in Maine. As long as there's some measure of good news to balance out the not-so-good, we're all good, no?
Well, this is one of the cutest things I've ever seen! DH said something extremely complimentary this morning, like, "It looks like a real sock!" Well, yes, it's Mim's wonderful pattern for a full-featured baby sock! It's adorable and I'm thrilled that M*c and I will have matching socks! I'm anxious to start the second. I may even have enough yarn for another pair, but I was also thinking of thumb-less mitts or little baby wristers or just saving it for a special heel or toe or maybe something else altogether. Um, yeah, it's early and the caffeine hasn't kicked in yet.
Norma was showing off her lovely, vintage, Mallow china the other day. I've had some pieces of that -- and the flower is one of my favorites in the garden! I love stuff like that! I have many spoons and other utensils, and even some serving pieces, in this old William Rogers silverplate pattern -- one of many grape designs -- called "Vintage." It is prized, collectible, and can be expensive. I couldn't quite bring myself to paying $150 for an olive fork a few years ago, but oh, I sure did love it! By limiting myself to souvenir Vintage spoons over the past few years (and not really needing any more everyday teapoons, anyway), I've been able to keep the lid on this collection -- I've only ever found two!
It's a birthday weekend. I'll be another year older on the other side. Well, I'll really only be that many more days older, but the digits... ah, the digits on the ol' birthday odometer, they will turn. I think there might be cake. Screw Weight Watchers.