This week, Bert threw me a curve. He has to have chemotherapy and decided against tablets because they cause a lot of nasty side effects, and he opted for the drip - a one day course - but the date was bang in the middle of the week he was supposed to be in Devon. I was a bit (very) upset so he compromised and said he would come down this Friday and travel back with me when I visited my mother next Tuesday. That was OK with me until I realised what a lot of work I had to squeeze into 4 days less than I had before. I threw a wobbly, like you do, and ended up talking to my wonderful daughter who soon put me right. So I cancelled my Thursday at the market (I didn't want any orders anyway) and finished my project for her without the lessons I had booked (but I can now join in the class with no pressure to finish). I finished the project for Phil too, so today I am cleaning and clearing in readiness for Bert's arrival tomorrow. I can also relax and enjoy the weekend with him.
I was also going to make an outfit for a gala ball at my eldest sons' army camp next week, but I decided to see what was available in the shops - not an easy task when you are my size - and found something that fits and is almost to my ankles, but not to the floor as requested...hey..ho...I just hope they don't throw me out for the sake of 4 inches. I'll have to find some ballet shoes so it doesn't look so obvious.
I finished Fiona's ball gown for her birthday and made a stole to match, but she is not sure about the feathers, I only used a few so I'm hoping she'll relent and leave them attached. The silk is shot pink with yellow and looks lovely made up.
Well, I'm off to shop for the big man (or "slim jim" as he calls himself) and get ready to feed him up.
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