Craft Day at Flo’s…
Whaddya get when you cross a six-pound Hershel. . . with. . .
. . . a fine bottle of Bastardo . . .
. . .the unassumingly modest and secret talent Helen. . .
. . .the wine-swillin’ jewelry maker. . .
. . . and resident chef and occasional visitor, Awesome-Husband-Who-Cooks. . .
. . .
. . .
Florence tears apart last year’s Lake Itasca winner – oh the humanity !
With notable sang-froid,
Ms. F pillages another ribbon-winner from last year!
Craft crime, citizens!
Fortunately, although Ms. F may dismantle her creations,
she also lovingly preserves them in well-organized binders. . .
We, all of us, calm down,
and take a hefty swig of Bastardo. . .
Thus from the ashes of the remnants,
and with her newly-hunted-down postcard themes,
Ms. F crafts an awesome look at the Space Race –
from the Soviet Soyuz perspective. . .
How rad !
Hershel is patient, his mind on taco time
Strategic placement is not for the faint-hearted,
as is the task of pitching excess postcards
From the fruits of her efforts,
Ms. F will have colorfully informed Minnesota fairgoers
on the robust efforts of Soviet Russians
who with whimsical wonder,
(and a doggie or two)
set forth to win the Space Race with the U.S. of A. . .
after catching sight of the “comrade dogs in space”
postcards. . .
Not to be outdone, Helen concocts an Xmas By Moonlight showpiece . . .
It was impossible to work on the jewelry bits I brought,
what with all of the canoodling with Hershel,
and/or slurping the Bastardo,
and/or just generally interfering
with H and F’s exhibits. . .
Worried Ms. F might offer him up
for the next NASA space launch,
Hershel goes commando-camouflage
Ms. F’s living space is cozy, beautiful,
free-flowing, as the chi would say,
with a centrally-located ramp
for Hershel’s neighborhood-viewing pleasure. . .
Just to prove what a formidable student she is,
Helen whips up a Chick-themed showpiece. . .
just like that !
Admiring Helen’s handiwork . . .
Sara joins us for dinner,
Dave has bowled up all the fixins,
and we dine on TVP tacos. . . Delicioso !
And in a proselytizing vegan moment
Sara unveils her sinfully warm
peach-pear cobbler (with a scoop of soy ice crema)
Little Hershel is starting to feel a tad neglected. . .
but not for long. . .
Having painstakingly measured and
applied her photo corner stickies,
Ms. F has almost finished her project.
Pasting those postcards in perfect
alignment is not an easy thing, people.
Especially if one imbibes in the Bastardo
perhaps more than is wise !
PS Although this household may have strict vegans,
that doesn’t mean all family members are fully on board. . .
. . . not to name any names, or anything . . .