I'm back from Cally-for-nye-A, and finally got my head out from the suitcase and the washing machine.
Karen and I met up at a small, local, "mittel-european" type restaurant, with excellent food in a tiny place, only about five or six tables. We ate lunch, then, to free up the table, went across the street to a coffee shop for more time, and ended up talking for three hours!!!!! Karen is a fascinating person with a very interesting background and lots of stories to tell. I'm hoping she will come here next year, either for French Quarter Fest or Jazzfest.
I had a wonderful time, and now I know what a cross-stitch angel looks like in the flesh, as it were. Previously, I had only seen photographs. I do not know how people have the patience to do all those tiny, tiny cross stitches according to very precise color change charts. I couldn't. Give me the freedom of surface embroidery every time.
Next time I go out to see the grandbabies, I shall be sure to block out even more time with Karen (and maybe I'll get to meet Miss Kitty.
Olwyn Mary in New Orleans.
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