Well, at least a bronze reproduction of Bert Parks about to put the crown on someone's head. The Kid had a feis at the Atlantic City Sheraton, which is just chock full of Miss America memorabilia, and has this small statue out front. Needless to say, a trillion be-wigged step dancers (including my own) had their photo taken receiving the crown. And some of the step dancers' dresses rivaled anything Miss America ever wore so far as bling goes.
The Kid turns ten today - wow, how time flies. She had a birthday party yesterday with some of her girls, and half the family blew by at one point or another. A good time was had by all, except perhaps me who was trying to stick various fingers in various holes in the dam, and the dog who was nearly blinded by a Snausage wielding 18 month old. Both of us will recover.
Knitting? What knitting? Still swatching yarn for various crochet projects, and then will have three tops due in mid-September, all of which have to be made from yarn that hasn't arrived yet. I am getting ready to jump the UPS guy!
Off to recover some more, with a little, now furry puppy on my lap...