Is really more of a commercial holiday than any real form of love, remembrance, or social meaning. Except for two friends of mine who chose the date for their wedding five years ago. I have to admit, it would make it hard to forget one’s anniversary date, now wouldn’t it?
George is still dealing with the whack that comes along with changing time zones to Taipei last Saturday and returning home on Thursday morning. I, on the other hand, had planned on audiobooks and wound up with the cat in the lap helping.
Masqued Mischief has progressed.
In the morning I need to wander back upstairs to get the two remaining colors I didn’t pull so that I can stitch her legs, her hair and the rest of the winged stuff …. followed by back stitch and beads. There is always back stitch and beads…
