It was a nice chance to get things done with a bit of companionship. For example, it was far more pleasant to get my car fixed up when my parents could pick me up and take me to lunch than to sit alone in the shop for a couple of hours. (Although an oil change, realignment, new battery, and four new tires cost more than an opera weekend in New York, the recent snows which make me slide while going 5 mph around a corner into a parking lot and nearly run into street signs while Jason suggests gently that I "try slowing down" have suggested that driving in Colorado in winter on bald tires may not be the best trade-off for a weekend trip, at least not one that doesn't include a guaranteed encore from my man Juan).
My mom also used her expertise and her mat cutter to help me frame the two prints I received for Christmas. One, a gift from Ben, has already claimed the spot above my fireplace:
|O, the huge monarchy!|
In the evenings my parents introduced me to some odd characters while I helped my dad prep for his work week:
and I finished my first weaving project:
|The final border|
|The unfurled length|
|Two of the finished (cut and hemmed) products|