So, anyways, my beloved comes into the house with the above tassels in tow yesterday. He took down the flag because in the recent wind storm, the stitching had let loose and we were flying a flag that was torn. Now, those of you who know me and love me, can already shudder in your boots, imagining my eyes bugging out at the thought of us flying a flag in disrepair. When we go out driving my dear man has varied conversations with the folk driving by, in front and behind us. I have conversations with folks driving past their yards about their flag situations.
So, I had myself a look at it and knowing that new flag day is still half a year away, I decided to break protocol a teensy bit and change the regulation size of our flag. Sorry Ottawa. I removed the offending tassels and sewed up a new sturdy seam and declared it worthy of flying in the breeze.
Oh and good news, it's still longer than I am . ..(smirk . .inside joke about my love of flags and my final wishes) . ..
See the nativity scene in the background? It's not coming down until the end of January. New rule. (not a legalistic rule mind you)
So, then on the dreary Sunday afternoon . .this picture was taken right after lunch, and though I considered brightening it up a tad, I thought no . . .why should we enjoy the dreary weather all by ourselves.
Today, the sun is peeking out . .just a tease mind you, but I'm not complaining . .
So, have a good day my friends, my closet consultant is coming today, and at the very least we plan to discuss the problem and try explore using all your wonderful suggestions while sipping gingerbread lah - taze. ( how to spell that word I can never figure out . . .)