These are just a few of the many candid pictures I snapped when no one could pose. The framed pieces on the one wall belong to a wonderful friend of mine, Di Fane, who had sent in her things to be framed. Here they are, ready for her to pack up and take back home with her. Her stitching is just lovely. You really can't appreciate anything from these pix. Wish you all could have been there!
Some of the most wonderful memories are the laughs, the breakfast each morning at our very nice Days Inn's continental breakfast, which really was lovely, and quite a nice surprise when compared to some of the crappy, skimpy free breakfasts I've had in other places. After partaking of the yummy variety of things, including yummy cheese Danish that I ate too many of, we lingered over coffee and juice, and chatted about our plans that day and gossiped about the day before. And especially memorable, were the P.J. Stitch-Ins in Pam and Dee's room. Leave it to me to go upstairs in my nightgown and knock on the wrong door and get some macho college boys I had to face at breakfast the next morning. I'm just seasoned enough that it was hilarious to me, but he was mortified to have a granny in her size 2x nightgown come to his door.