That title came back to me, having first been exposed to the expression as the name of a column in my high school newspaper. Funny how things just pop into your brain.
The first month of retirement has been happy busy with visitors from Alberta, Seattle and Germany. I included previous photos of some of the AB crew. Representing Seattle is Blogless Marsha, auto correct desperately wants to call her Bloodless. A nasty feature of modern life that auto correct can be, but doesn't she look glamorous in her Dame Edna shades?
We had so much fun, the four of us experiencing Pink Martini from second row seats. Second time for them, fourth for us. Chuck says we'd better be careful lest we get labelled groupies.
Our beautiful friends from Berlin, were here for the Women's World Cup, with their engaging and adorable 17 month old. I liked C's observation regarding communication with the little one: we may not have understood our respective languages, but we understood each other.
Chuck got Pavlova for the second time. Miraculous! As far as he's concerned. Whipping cream was on sale for .95 per litre for Father's Day and the first go around only required half. I knew the leftover cream would end up in his tummy arteries somehow. This way ensured his ingestion would be proportional, as I am sure that although he could consume the entire half litre, it was more fun to share it with company.
I got in some drawing time, thanks to blogger Carol, who reminded me of this ink technique. I combined it with pencil drawing. It's too hot here to touch yarn. A pencil I can handle.
And that ends the bits for today. More to follow. Think Bryant, think yet another school bus of another colour. They get brighter each time.
Life's a Stitch 
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