I had some kind of brain aneurysm a few weeks ago and signed myself up to decorate a table for an afternoon tea.
I'm sure it had something to do with a certain brown-eyed college girl saying something sweet about attending this tea together.
Today my friend, Able Baker Dana, was kind enough to help me away from the edge of the what-on-earth-have-i-gotten-myself-into cliff.
She emptied the contents of one of her china cabinets into my trunk, we chatted about flowers, we did a little bit of scouting for a yard of fabric, the world seemed like a friendly place again, and we decided to spend the rest of our afternoon making cards.
Since I quit working at the rubber stamp store some (seven? eight?) years ago, I haven't played much with my (rather large) collection of rubber stamps.
I got a few of them out today, so Dana and I could try our hand at a bit of watercoloring without having to draw or design images first.
They were bigger than an inch.
Woohoo.
When our playtime was over, I drove Dana home.
And that's when I noticed the sweetest little patch of flowers growing alongside her walk.
When I stopped oohing and ahhing, I asked her what the tiny beauties were called.
She said she didn't know the name of the plant, though she loved them enough to transplant them from her previous home.
She said they have a very short blooming season.
Do you know what these are?
Look at this teensy, tight little bud!
You can tell how small they are when I am holding them in my claws fingers.
They're less than an Inchie in diameter.
And I'd like to know them by name.
But, until I do, since today is April 14th and it just happens to be the birthday of my earliest childhood friend...
I'm calling them Carols.