In my weakened condition, I'm having trouble getting back into our high bed when I get up at night so the past two nights I've slept in that new La-Z-Boy......the one that looks (and is) geriatric. And I don't need a blanket when I wear this ridiculously outsized robe. I'm glad I kept it.
Were we ever this young? I wish I'd kept that vest and that large spectacles were still in style.
All along I've been saying, "Yes, we sold the shop 9 years ago" and this morning I realized that it's nearing the 11 year mark. Time flies whether you're having fun or not. I'm glad it's still there (in a different location. The corner where it stood for 17 years is about to become a Starbucks much to the town's sorrow.) And I don't miss the responsibility of it one little bit. Not at all.
I think this was taken on our last day at the shop. Maureen made the aprons for us. Amelia and Jessica are now quite grown up; the older one in college, I think. It was her letter to the local paper that resulted in her parents buying the store.
Our monthly newsletter was named, "Silhouettes", my reading glasses are called "Silhouettes", I buy clothes from a company with the same name. My earliest childhood book was illustrated with that art form. It's an important word in my life.
And that's your weekend "nothing" report. I forgot to take pictures of getting my haircut and permanent this week and going out to lunch twice with friends. I may be slipping.