Friday night I'm getting to escape and have some fun with some college buddies. We're going to meet at a friend's home in metro Atlanta for some fun and food and memories. I get together with these folks about every 3 months or so. It's nice to be able to escape and enjoy folks who knew you back when. No pretences. Heck, I've all of them in curlers and night gowns. We're not putting on any shows for each other now. It's nice to have friends you can relax with.
Sophie is enjoying the box that my recent Handy Hands shipment came in today. (I needed some colors of Lizbeth that I couldn't get at the local Hobby Lobby, and a couple of new Sew Mate shuttles.) (Like I really needed shuttles....) I'm glad she's in the box - she had been trying to wedge herself into my purse. I don't know why she likes a box. I guess she likes to feel held. I'm feeling held down by her at night - she wants to sleep on me, and scrambles to stay on top even when I roll over. When I pull the comforter up high. she tries to sleep on my head. Makes me feel like Hungry Joe in Catch-22. (Now look that up!)
Finally - what is with people who die their hair in designs not known in nature? Especially folks over college age. I saw this woman in my grocery over the weekend. She was in her 50's and had gray and black hair on top, and her hair was dyed red, almost fuscia on the bottom. Not a good picture - snagged on the fly with my cell phone. Wierd, huh?
Still tatting necklaces and Christmas ornaments....