Beginning and ending with cats.

This morning I looked out the kitchen window to see this little neighbor lady admiring our newly filled bird feeder. She sat, gazing at it for a good hour or so. Sometimes she would stand on her hind legs and streeeeetch up for it, but was just a couple inches too short. then she would climb the tree and reach down, but the string is longer than she is (planned to baffle squirrels.) But she is abysinnian, and if there is a way for a cat to dine on the benefits of a bird feeder, she will figure it out.



The next thing I had to deal with was a flooded laundry room. Thewashing maschine has become incontinent. Last night, it was empty and dry. This morning, it was full of warm water and leaking all over the floor. Times like these I wish we had a wet-dry vacuume. Hands and knees and buckets and towels. whine. DH took a wrench and stopped the slow leak, Yayyyy! He can fix a rainy day if he wants to! He is my wonder husband!


Today was also the day when I hosted the ladies' knitting group. Tamara, God bless her, brought her world class hazlenut biscotti, banana bread, apricot cashew bread, grapes, crackers and cheese. I provided a cantelope, mango mix, chocolate-dipped strawberries, a child and husband free location, and a nicely set table. I love getting out the linens and china and putting together a pretty table. It's an art form: sort of domestic 3-d collage. Today's theme was pink and periwinkle.




The woods hyacinths are blooming with gusto, and they go so well with this lovely old pink satin damask cloth. The napkin rings, found at an estate sale years after I got the tablecloth, match perfectly. I especially love the pink depression glass cups and saucers, but all my unmatched china makes me happy.







When DH and I first started going together, he found out about my addiction to china and tea parties. We ran across this set on one of our outings, and without even needing to ask if I liked it, he bought it for me. They make me so happy! No matter what else is on the table, the kitty sugar and creamer are always at the party!
When I'm 97, my photo albums and this set will be with me in the nursing home. This is not kitsch. This is a token of true love.