Silver Linings

You know how when you have something that's lined--a bag, a pair of pants, a blazer, etc.--the lining is sort of free-floating and not fully anchored to that which it's lining?

It turns out that linings are constructed that way for a reason.

This weekend I got to exercise my sewing skills a little bit. I learned to line bags, and I am now that much closer to world domination my own line of luxury handmade products. I am permitted, and encouraged, to sew at my parents' house, but I cannot do anything that might make them have heart palpitations (i.e., no fire, no lye). I can mix and whip to my heart's content, and Ty came up with the brilliant idea of using the garage for my home lotion-making experiments. The garage! How brilliant! It turns out that it's not just a restaurant in the Village, but also a place where people who live in Normal America can do stuff that's too messy to do in the house.

On Sunday, we enjoyed a delicious Father's Day meal of bagels with cream cheese and smoked salmon, followed by a lunch of Ty's special grilled lamb chops, with chocolate pound cake and melty vanilla ice cream for dessert. I got to hang with my brother Mr. Lashes for the first time in a long time, and, let me tell you, that kid is funnier and cuter than ever (sorry ladies, he's taken).

The drive home from my parents' place provided an opportunity for everyone to play Let's Stay in Our Lane!, and my basil plant survived the weekend and, in general, has not died yet. Things are looking up. I even got to talk to C.S., who's been camping in Arizona and Utah (no, she hasn't seen Dooce; I asked, too). She did, however, assure me that road runners are real, actual animals.

How was your weekend?