Life's a Stitch

I can’t believe it’s over, the seven day slumber party. As a group, the four of us have 40 years of history.

The weather didn’t cooperate, but who cares? We spent a day at a flea market and one at St. Armand’s Circle in Sarasota. Donna forbade me to go home with the purse I’ve carried for seven years, so I bought one at each stop. Don’t worry the one from St Armand’s Circle had a store with a mission statement that included the words "inexpensive does not mean cheap." A step up from the flea market but way better than Brighton:

We had a day at Busch gardens where even the Ladies’ Room had a mission statement:

Betsy conversed with Beaker the flamingo and Rosie was introduced to her namesake elephant. We learned that another of their elephants, a pampered pachyderm, was 66 years old and had exceeded her life expectancy of 45 partly due to a diet where she lost 700 pounds in one year. What did they feed her – Purina Elephant Chow – Fit and Trim variety? Whatever it was, I want some of what she had.

I saw two alligators in the wild. I know that’s not a thrill for Floridians, but I guess we all have our pet predators. My neighbourhood bears don’t hold a candle to an alligator up close and personal. Can you spot her eye in Betsy’s pond?

How about now?

Donna met her dream car and dressed up to match, in hopes it liked her as much as she liked it. Betsy’s husband is babysitting it until its 90 something owner reclaims it after recently regaining her driver’s license.

Then there were the beach pictures. Meet the quintessential beach bum and a classic Tampa Bay sunset.

There was even a bit if knitting going on – Clapotis #2 – 70% finished:

Can you tell we had a good time?

Thanks to Betsy and her mostly hiding hubby for hosting us.