Lots of hand sewing going on, though nothing of interest, really.  Hemming, mending, and finishing up some stuff that needs to get out of the basket.  But yards and yards of fabric are now pressed and ready for cutting, so maybe the sweat shop will open this week.  Oh, also, Janet, Colleen, Marta, and I went to a shanty singing get together in Falls Church.  What a blast.  There were some amazing singers there, and everyone was very friendly.  I think I have another accidental musical outlet.

Here’s a little visual recap of last weekend.  First, Simone and I battled traffic to escape the DC area through the beautiful exurbs, straight up the historic route 15 corridor towards Harrisburg.  Around about Gettysburg, we started digesting ourselves and decided Friendly’s was as dissimilar from McDonald’s as we would find.  But PA roadsigns are evil and deceptive, and there was no Friendly’s.  There was an upsetting traffic circle, full of tourists; and some restaurants full of tourists, and then business 15.  And then, salvation.

In the form of a strange quail, with red, swirling, demonic eyes, and pretty tulips.  The Distelfink (which translates to “thistle finch”), she serves good food. Including

and

Ah, the signage.  And also malts, and decent sweet potato fries.  Take that, tricksie Friendly’s.  We didn’t want you anyway.

Then we got to the hotel, and slept, and woke.  And things got really good.  The kind of good that only comes with scads of ducklings.

Ducks like Cheerios.

Next came Icelandic sheep, ewe and week old lamb.  The mother’s name is Hanna Mae.  The lamb was apparently still nameless.

The sweetness was too much, the weather was too hot, and we had already performed.  So there was nothing for it, but ale.  And apparently some lager.  I hid in the shade, and Simone and Monika foraged successfully.

Sunday reprised much of the fun–more ducks, border collies (too fast to photograph), wonderful performers, and another stab at finding Friendly’s.  We got there this time, but only after visiting The Lion Potter, who has the best roadside signs we’d seen in ages.  I’d seen David and Junko’s work before, but having had the chance to meet their kids and visit their studio, I have the sneaking suspicion I’ll keep handing them money for quite some time, particularly since learning that they both studied at Sandy Springs Friends School, erstwhile home of our friend Seilach.

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