The card of "Lady Washington Pearls" was one of the sewing notions that my sister gave me -- nestled now, as then, inside one of the cereal bowls that she decorated. In the background is one of her soap dispensers that I've had for quite some time. These bowls are a newer shape for her, much more open than most of the bowls she's decorated previously. Because they're so open, she felt they needed decoration on the inside, too. Some of them, like this one, are even decorated over the rim.
In late winter/early fall, she also started decorating Christmas ornaments. I forgot! She gave me a couple of those, too! (Damn it. Ann, I want you to know that stopped in the middle of the blogging to take ornament pictures.) I think these are stunning, but they don't hold a candle to the personalized ornament she made for Grandma that had all of the grandchildren's names in the design. I think my sister's work, her unique design and technique, is breathtaking -- and I don't think I'm being partial. I can hook you up, shamelessly, if you're interested.
I admit it. I'm sick. I've been fighting the fight, but it's winning today. Thank goodness it's my regularly scheduled day off. It's been so dreary and foggy and gray -- doesn't help much. Katie is thinking of our recent weather as a little taste of what might be in store for her beginning in less than two weeks when she flies off to London for a few months.
I called a restaurant yesterday to make reservations for a farewell family send-off dinner for Katie -- all of us, plus my mom and her husband. There's a great, fairly new restaurant, right on the river, in what used to be an old mill -- I mean it, at some of the tables, you look out and there's the gurgling water below. So I called to make a reservation, more than a week in advance, because this is a pretty special occasion and I wanted to reserve one of those on-the-water tables. Does that not make sense?? I was told that they don't reserve specific tables. I got a little hot under the collar, as I sometimes do -- and I may have said, "frickin' " in the course of ensuing conversation. I don't really get it. There probably won't be a problem, because it's early-ish on a Thursday night, but I asked whether I could wait for the table I want to become available. I can. I will.
Two more things: The time for embracing the inner sloth is coming to an end (one sign of this is that my gift box of chocolates is pretty much empty now). I have signed up and plunked down the money for a two-hour yoga workshop for utter beginners (me) this Saturday. In a couple of weeks, I'm going to cancel Weight Watchers Online -- not enough interaction and I think I need interaction -- and start attending Tuesday night meetings.
I'm off to cuddle and knit -- with a box of tissues nearby.