Oo-La-La

This was the view out of our hotel window.



DH and I arrived in Paris - to spend one night there. Sadly, we could not find more time in the schedule to devote to Paris, or more specifically it's yarn shops, but I will be back.

We arrived in the early evening, so we got to the hotel, dropped our bags, and hit the streets of Paris. We went to a wonderful little restaurant - where the waitstaff kindly interpreted the menu for us. (DH's smattering of Portugese and my very limited smattering of Spanish and German were not helpful.)

We then went walking and found this.





I kept starting to talk like Pepe LePew or a castmember of Gigi.

This is what being in Paris does to a person who has watched too much television.

When Was the Last Time You Wished the Flight Lasted Longer?

Dateline: O'Hare



The Stash Haus is on the move. Here are photos from May 14th. We began our adventure at O’Hare - and what an adventure it was. A VERY kind lady who checked us in at BA bumped us up to BUSINESS CLASS. (I was nearly in tears of gratitude because I had stayed up all night at the office. I got home Monday morning about 8 a.m. to finish packing.)



We had access to “the Lounge”. Very quiet, private area but near the gate. The décor is about the same as the doctor’s office – you know, those wood frame, padded chairs, IKEA-looking tables – but the perks! We had access to a free bar with fruit and snacks, free telephone (including long distance – and you bet I called the family!), large screen plasma TV, free dining.

The meal…I shall never be able to eat overpriced airport vendor food again. The dinner buffet consisted of 4 salads, tomato cream soup, bread and butter, assorted seafood in cream sauce, an Indian chicken dish, roasted vegetables, quiche. For dessert, fruit, cheese, brownies, cookies.

We stayed in The Lounge until they announced they were ready for us to board. I never knew this – all the people in economy board ahead of time. So this is why they herd the masses on board 40 minutes to 1 hour before departure - so all the First Class and Business Class privileged few do not have to associate with the masses. We walked, through an empty gate area, onto the plane about 10 minutes before we left the gate. We were shown to out seats, which reclined ALL THE WAY DOWN. We were able to actually sleep on the flight to Heathrow. The seats have enough room that you can actually turn on your side to sleep.

And the service on the flight! My, oh my! I've never met such nice stewards and stewardess - is it because of the class or because there were at least 4 crew members waiting on about 30 people. First, we were given our own headphones – and not the flimsy, cheapskate, little things they hand out in economy class. – then came the small glasses of champagne – then the very warm/bordering on hot, moist handtowels, The seats each had pillows and quilted blankets. They then handed out kits with toiletries and a menu which listed all the services provided. We each had our own remote control for our personal TV/movie screen.





We woke up refreshed – feeling few effects of jetlag. They served us breakfast - in bed.

This has indeed spoiled me and DH. How shall we ever tolerate economy level standards again?

We landed at Heathrow and boarded another flight.



Stay tuned for the next dateline.

Buried Under

As earlier predicted on this blog, I am indeed buried under at work...and have been for awhile. (Bad blogger! Bad!)

The full story as to why shall be revealed next week, so stay tuned.

So, to fill the gap of non-blogable material occurring since the end of April, (hey - I even missed TWO alpaca festivals due to a lack of time for any leisure activity!) I'll share my photos from when I and some of my family went to an exhibit earlier this spring.

We went to this exhibit.



Sadly, one of the more interesting bits was the documentary about the women playing on a TV/VCR in a small conference room. I think it was this documentary.

I was very disappointed to find that only 1 of the original quilts was on display - the advertising of the exhibit certainly left out that fact - so I felt a bit cheated at the cost of admission.




Although many now know the stories of the women who labored over these quilts, I would like to know the stories of each person whose clothes are the fabric of the quilts.

I really regret not seeing the original exhibit that toured the country.