Above: one of five lovely Gerbera daisies which Liam and Rob bought to replace the one from the Mother's day tea. The original was indoors for all of five minutes before the dog snuck off to dismember it on the bed. She'd make a great pick-pocket, that one - swift and silent as a shadow when she's sneaking off with illicit goods.
Below: the brand new, weather and puppy-resistant push broom with which I made our patio slightly more presentable this afternoon. Mother's day or not, it was long overdue.
As for last night's photos, the girl apparently flung one of her shoes in the air in a fit of ice-cream induced exuberance. It landed on the ledge of a skylight, beyond the reach of ladders, hence the cherry-picker. Can I say how impressed I am that a 5-star hotel (Fairmont-Chateau Whistler) has
cherry-pickers readily at hand to retrieve little girls' shoes from ceilings? Unfortunately, even the heroic efforts of hotel staff failed to rescue the shoe, and while she was dancing about watching the proceedings, the other shoe went missing (which may or may not have been perpetrated by the other girls gathered about teasing her.) And then she wore holes in the heels of her brand new tights and things began to morph rapidly from funny to tragic, at least in her mind, and I was summoned to come down with a spare pair of shoes so that she didn't have to walk home barefoot.
Oh - and in case the grandparents are wondering, she wasn't even close to being the wildest child at the party. For starters, there was a gaggle of early teen-aged girls in fancy cocktail dresses free-climbing the vertical rock face next to the hotel's back entrance as I arrived. We are a bit of an extreme-sporting community, after all.
On a completely unrelated note, there's new yarn up. Details are in the newsletter, if you don't already get it.