Today I dug out my Moulin Rouge scarf (Paris, tourist outlet, 2004)..
and my Paris tote (2008)...
called into the bakery for these,
plus an escargot...
and went to meet my latest grand-nephew:
Baby H, 10 days old, slept peacefully throughout our visit.
There really is nothing as sweet as a brand-new babe.
Welcome to the world, Baby boy.
In other small-fry news, I made these shorts for the Little Bebe in Canada,
and these Batman shorts for his Big Brother, who is heavily into Superheros these days.
They are going to Cape Cod for a summer holiday in August.
And I did eventually finish the Faux Fur jacket, just in time for the latest round of freezing cold Winter nights.
Which is why my hands are in the pockets.
No, your spectacles are not fogged, there is a blur in the centre of the photo.
The camera is going off for repairs this week, prior to our trip OS.
On Sunday we took my Dad for a picnic in the sunshine...
out in the country he loves so much.
We usually end up discussing cows..
how there used to be lots of small dairies, and now there are only a few large holdings..
Dad will be 94 in a few months, and these days he is not sure who I am.
He asks my name.
But he still knows about land and farming.
We enjoyed seeing this loved up pair of galahs.
These pretty birds, also known as rose-breasted Cockatoo, are found all over Australia. The term galah is derived from gilaa, a word found in Yuwaalaraay and other Aboriginal languages.
They are not shy, and were there for ages, despite our talking and taking many photos of them.
Galahs are easily tamed.
Mr C had one as a pet in a large cage when he was a child.
Our friend and business associate G gave us a beautiful potted gerbera.
I hope it doesn't die in the Garden of Neglect while we are on hols.
It is a gorgeous glowing orange.
Bonsoir, and have a good week.