walking a long and lonely mile.
saturday evening courtney invited me over to block the tie. her house looks like a martha stewart magazine:
well, at least it sort of photographs that way. i sat beside the sewing machine and observed the blocking process while Courtney pinned and told me the tale of her uncle’s near death experience on a motorcycle.
later nathan and maela arrived. nathan ignored my presence as usual and left again ere long to attend a party. i didn’t really care; we got nothing to talk about anyway. upon request, the dog was kept locked away upstairs so the kitties could come down and play:
maela sat on the floor with her rubber band collection. she said, “Mom, when is Carl Junior going home?” ouch.
here she is later, trying to shoot a rubber band at my face:
& how courtney was amused:
quite last minute, we pulled a few inches off the tail. fearing it was too long & might have to be tucked into my pants. i left the tie drying on the mat. it’ll be stitched back up in a few days and deliver it to me on friday.
some iris for Biz.