We had a great day downtown yesterday. Bailey accepted her award and left, feeling pretty good, to go and visit a friend in Massachusetts. Then Mike and I went to PurlSoho, the Hat Shop, the cigar store, and dined on Chicken Vindaloo. The city was bursting with spring. What says 'spring' more than a hat! Well, many things do, but the hat shop was fun and they did not mind my picture taking.
My father told me that his grandmother, Minnie, used to make quilts. They were not art, he assured me, just made up of snippets of old clothes , so as not to waste fabric and used to keep warm. He remembers one, he says, all in grays and blacks and plaids. Not art, he says, not meant to be beautiful. Sounds like beauty to me. Maybe even art...
Saturday, April 26, 2008
wunnerful day
We had a great day downtown yesterday. Bailey accepted her award and left, feeling pretty good, to go and visit a friend in Massachusetts. Then Mike and I went to PurlSoho, the Hat Shop, the cigar store, and dined on Chicken Vindaloo. The city was bursting with spring. What says 'spring' more than a hat! Well, many things do, but the hat shop was fun and they did not mind my picture taking.
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