Time Management Theory

I remarked to a friend recently that I am hard-pressed to understand how the two prior RS presidents found time to date. It just does not compute! Now knitting? Knitting adds up.

I was going to show you a progress shot; the shaping on the back is about half-finished. But I thought I’d show you this instead. They followed me home. Four little tiles, complete with black ribbons with which to hang them. I’m not sure where they are going to end up. Maybe in the hall where Dad’s polo mallet is hanging now. My office manager has a booth out at the flea market in Canton, TX; she was selling these half price. You can’t read it here, but the background on each tile is white writing on ecru, all en français. Zut alors, how could I resist?



Last but certainly not least? Happy birthday, Middlest!