This day is so beautiful. My mandevillas are still blooming full force, and it's November 7th!
I pulled into a friend's drive today, to exchange pleasantries. I took another picture of her privacy fence.
Emily moved out a couple of weeks ago. The 17 year and 11 month old exercised her teenage prerogative to live elsewhere when not in college. Not to worry, "elsewhere" is back at her mother's.
Laura and I spent Sunday shopping for chairs and stuff to set up a sewing room.
Jan donated back the white tables; I found a real sewing machine on Craig's list, and Laura is happy with her real sewing machine, which simply means not old. When Jan finds the five inch squares, we'll be back in the charity quilt business.
This came with the ironing board. Laura found it amusing that anyone still irons shirts. I found it amusing that anyone did not know how to fold an ironed shirt. The other side should have included instructions on how to iron a shirt, to complete the irony, but the other side is blank.