Midweek lunch was (fresh from the oven) roasted small bird, roasted yam and (fresh from the ‘fridge) green salad. David is collecting wish bones.
Here’s a pic from last week’s work table.
Today’s kitchen work table. I can hardly wait to sink my teeth into this golden ginger crisp.
Is that butter? Mmmmm.
Here is a better image of the missing piece.
Dimension: 7″ across top
Missing: from Atlanta, Georgia area since February 2006
Description: beaded blown glass vessel
Please spread the word.
Thanks for your help. We really appreciate it.
This piece is missing since February 2006 from the Atlanta, Georgia area. If anyone happens to know anything please let us know. The top of the vase is 7″ across. It is beaded over a blown glass vessel.
I will try to get a better pic on the website soon.
Thanks everyone.
We’re here on a Saturday because David is flying to Atlanta tomorrow and we need to finish up some office work before he leaves. He still had time to make an “interesting” lunch for Ron, Ellie Mae and myself. It was like eating the Alien that jumps out of John Hurt’s belly.
Alien.
Lunch.
Here are some more pics of this year’s tree. It’s lighted up again tonight. Soundtrack: “the liquor bell of the punch bowl” to quote Ellie.
Here’s a South African beading site David showed to me today that I want to share with you too.
And here is a sampling of their work:
dollies!, magnets!, and animals!
David’s Seattle gallery, Spiral Gallery, is open for the holidays. Sharon Campbell has some wonderful and amazing artists to show. Check out David’s work at the Spiral Gallery.
Lastly, but most importantly, Kathy Reim wrote a lovely article in Flying House Magazine about PFLAG, Pat Chatt and Sedro-Wooley. We miss Pat every day and when I read this article I was reminded once again, of what a special and amazing woman Pat was. You can dowload the article in the current issue HERE
I apologize for the grizzly lunch details, but R., E.M. and yours truly couldn’t keep it a selfish secret.
Perhaps I’ll get a chance to talk to you on Monday, so until then…
Your,
G.G.M.