Back from Williamsburg

We went, we saw, we want to go back.  (Actually, we are going back in three weeks.)

Dearly Beloved and I tottered around and periodically sat on a bench to recuperate and people-watch while The Flash, his parents, and Aunt Baby Girl roamed around us. I spent a lot of time at the Milliner's, Baby Girl spent time with the Weavers, Dearly Beloved was disappointed that the Cabinet Makers were not there on Saturday, and The Flash fired a cannon.

This is the only picture I got before my camera battery died.

This gentleman was demonstrating the processing of flax.

And after seeing how much waste there is, and how little product at the end of the processing--well, I now understand why my embroidery linen, especially the really good stuff, is so expensive.

Then we had to come home.

And it's raining again. And it's cold, And it was Monday all day.  Phooey.

Frances Burwell did get a few stitches--not many, because the hotel room we had was not at all designed for anything but lying flat on ones back and staring at the big screen TV.  It's a good thing we didn't have to spend much time there . . .

And, now that I'm home and back in the wing chair, I'm trying to decide what I want to do tonight. Frances is really close to a finish--but the finish-finishing directions for Merry's Sweet Little Blossoms were posted today.  I think I'll flip a coin.