I’m not sure. It’s always on Wednesday in May. It’s around the Washington Monument in downtown Baltimore. I went a few times when I was little with Nanny. She was so much fun. We were always taking buses and streetcars. I had no idea where I was going most of the time. Sometimes we went shopping, but often we looked at houses. My mother said they moved a lot when she was growing up. Nanny made me feel special. She taught me how to embroider and how to sew. She often cut things out for me because she said I always looked like I was in pain. Actually, this was true because I am left-handed and I never had a pair of right-handed scissors until I was an adult. She also tried to teach me how to crochet right-handed, but she gave up. I finally learned left-handed when I was in my late twenties. Nanny loved flowers. These pictures are for her. I felt loved and I loved her.
I liked the band at the bottom, so I decided to separate the colors with bands. I know that I should have knitted the first band row, but it’s going to felted anyway, so just shut up. Excuse me. I’m in a mood.
Elvis sleeping in the sun.
This afternoon, I unravelled the yellow and blue. Do not worry. The blue and yellow are coming back along with red. I decided that I liked that fuzzy band at the bottom and I am going to put it between each color change.
A faucet for the deck. Now we can water the plants there without having to lug water containers through the house. Isn’t it wonderful?
Isn’t it pretty?
I took this through the window that I am probably going to have to paint around. Later, she decided to help with the painting.
Up a Creek in Lower Slower Delaware 