We had fun at the basketball game, even though my Irish lost:
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Before the game, we stopped for salads at a little place called BarBici. The concept is "Italian street food". Ask me how long Magoo's rant was about THAT?!
(Italians, in his opinion, do not have street food. They linger a long time over a meal at a table...not over a paper plate next to some kind of truck. And if they do have a "street food" it would be a slice or a calzone.)
(Guess what two things were not on the menu?)
Anywhoose...I came home and stitched a little before calling it a night:
I've almost made my way across the bottom of the piece, so I might paw through my stash for a change of pace in the next few days.
Or maybe not. I'm still really enjoying this, so why futz, right?
Speaking of futzing, we're off like a herd of turtles on this somewhat quiet Futzingday, Dearies! I've got YoYo in the 'phones and am going to settle in for a little stitchy time!
Hope your day is swell and that you're futzing happily! Come tell me all about it!