We’ve had lots of cold temperatures this year, so we’ve been keeping the soda pop in the house instead of the back vestibule, where it belongs. It tends to explode in the back vestibule. I’m tired of exploding pop. I’m tired of freezing everything. Hurry spring.
I love nothing more than hanging out at Dally in the Alley! I met up with wonderful friends and got to see a lot of beautiful people and beautiful things. Here’s just a sample.
My feet, Issy feet
Alan and Mark have a lot in common
Mark buys a confession
Issy buys a dress
Myrtle the turtle and Smitty the former cat toy helped me take the decorations off the Christmas Tree days ago, and they haven’t stopped playing with the ornaments since.
Yesterday was the official celebration of our friend Ian making Eagle Scout! Here he is with two very proud parents, at St. Hugo’s in Bloomfield Hills.
Here Ian talks about what becoming an Eagle Scout means, and thanks all those who helped. You might note something on this picture if you know anything about Eagle Scouts. You might know that to become an Eagle, you need 21 merit badges, and it looks like perhaps Ian has a few extra. Well, yes, he does have a few extra. Ian has earned 79 merit badges. He a bit of an overachiever.
I can’t imagine anything that would make Angela prouder. Congratulations!!
Every year, my friend Vince make me a wreath. He just drops it off on the porch, never rings the bell or looks for us. We refer to it as our yearly “wreathing.” This year’s wreath was the prettiest, small enough that I could still hang it over the fireplace, and just amazing, with sooo much going on. Birds and feathers, I didn’t really even get the peacock feathers in the pictures, they hung out too far.
Last night Lynn and her mother opened their house to all the art club members, and we all had a great time.
I think Dooley is a stuffed toy, he’s too cute and well behaved to be a real dog.
Kate and Mary are definitely cute, but maybe not so well behaved.
After this party, Mark and I went on to Jim’s party, where I forgot to bring my camera. I was bummed I’d forgotten my camera, but by the time the blow-up doll and, well, other things made their appearance, I was glad I left the camera home.