Had a lovely, lovely weekend. Went to the Tomato Festival with Queen Mab (Queen of the fairies, who is not so tiny anymore) and her parents henceforth known as the Queen Mother and Haiku King because her mother looks like a fairy queen as well and her father–formerly Chef Daddy–is no longer a chef and won the Tomato haiku contest. Grand champion, best in show of over 400 hundred entries, so that was pretty exciting. I managed to only miss one little spot with the sunscreen and didn’t really get burned. We had surprisingly delicious tomatillo and basil ice cream and ran into lots of neighborhood folks.
I confess that I never got dressed on Sunday. As evidenced from yesterday’s post I spent the while day watching the first season of True Blood. I did laundry, cooked, polished some boots, worked on some sewing projects, sorted out jewelry supplies and tidied up a bit (before I messed it all up again). So the day wasn’t a complete loss.
Today I ran lots of errands, built myself a macro photo studio. I need to get different lights as the ones I’d planned to use aren’t bright enough. Kind of sucks because I probably could have found something at Target today, but alas I didn’t know until I’d already gotten home. I paid bills, made a healthy dinner and went to yoga with the Queen Mother. Now as a reward for my virtuous living I will spend the night on the couch watching more True Blood and eating chocolate covered dried cherries.
I’d feel bad about “undoing” all my good work, except that on Saturday I put on skirt I haven’t worn in quite a while and it was HUGE. This is skirt that I let the waist out on by 2 inches before I went to Spain a few years ago. Now it doesn’t even stay up. So my choices clearly are to take the skirt back in a couple inches or eat chocolate cherries until it fits. Hmmmm.
Picture taken at the 2003 Chelsea Flower Show.