Sunday Evening

In the end the shower went beautifully. Karen's mother had planned everything out perfectly. Connie and I stopped at Micheal's on the way out of town and picked up some blue tulle. That ended up being the "icing on the cake"--it looked great, thanks to Connie's talents at arranging things like this. I'll update this post with pictures later when the Aunts catch up. I forgot my camera so I don't have any pictures.

I forgot a LOT of stuff. It's a miracle I had anything with me at all. I had five knitting projects but no slip. All the needles I needed and then some but no shoes for my dress. Enough yarn to knit every baby in PA a blanket but no make-up.

I realized the shoes right off--so we picked up some cheap shoes at Target while replacing a broken camera widget for Connie. I didn't realize the slip until the next morning, so I made some phone calls and someone bought/brought me one. (And then I TOTALLY forgot to ask how much it was and repay them.) Connie gave me use of her makeup. It was all good.

Did I finish the second sweater in time for the shower? No. I was off by about four hours. I finished the neckline and button bands *during* the shower. When Karen opened the other little sweater I held up its sequel. That was the best I could do. I sewed on the buttons before the play that night and I sewed the rest of it together last night while watching a really awful movie with Richard Gere and Winona Ryder.

The Allenberry Resort was really nice and I'm very grateful to my grandmother for hosting us there. We had a wonderful time--although I could have had a wonderful time in a tent in the middle of nowhere with the company we had there.

By this afternoon we were all back here together, albeit quite a bit more tired than we were when the hijinks started on Friday. We did a run to the dairy and then came home and had BLTs, SalmonLTs, LTs--or some variation of--and quiche. Yum. Then, suitably pooped--all the grownups except Chris and I retired to the Bed and Breakfast that is literally around the corner. We put our kids to bed. Now Chris and I are trying to get some work done before our brains cease functioning. It's a losing battle. I may simply set the alarm for "get up early" and try getting more work done tomorrow instead.