I just finished this wreath for my front porch. The cornflowers are not this blue and I don't understand why my camera always makes blue flowers look different than they really are - whether they are fresh flowers or silks, as these are. The greens, purples and coral colors are true to life, and I sure wish the blues were.
Mr. kenju and I had to get lab work done this morning and afterward, we went to get a biscuit and coffee. He was griping about something as we entered the restaurant, and to the woman who was cleaning the glass, I said "Bitch...bitch...bitch." She smiled at me and told him that today was a beautiful, sunny, warm day, and he should be happy to be alive and drawing breath and able to walk! I told her that we need more of her and asked if we could take her home with us.....lol. I sure do enjoy being around positive people.
As we sat there eating our biscuits, I looked at some of the people sitting nearby; a tall, well-groomed man in a big black cowboy hat and leather vest - something we don't see around here often. I wondered if he was visiting from cowboy country. He kept looking at us and I thought maybe he knew mr. kenju, but he didn't say anything.
In the next booth there was a guy with his two small daughters who were both so pretty that they could be child models. His face was very ethnic and I decided he could have sat for the Mayan artists who carved all the sculptures into the walls and pyramids in Mexico at Chichen Itza.
There were the usual old married couples; sitting there with stony faces, never saying a word to each other. Sometimes I think that arguing often is better than never being spoken to - but then I don't really know - lol - mr. kenju doesn't give me the silent treatment often.
The guy on our left was quite a puzzle. He had on sweat pants and fuzzy slippers, and he was engrossed in his computer screen (which I couldn't see - probably a good thing.) He had several days growth of beard and here's the kicker - his black, straight hair was so long that it grazed the chair seat as he sat. There's never a dull moment in a biscuit place, is there?