Well how cool is it that I have now made a scarf for each of the mothers in my family?! And here they are, in no particular order: My sister Tracey, who goes by Junior when commenting here.
My MIL, Keiko, who was dismayed that her shirt didn't match, but you gotta do what you gotta do for the blog.
My SIL Elizabeth, who took a humorous picture depicting what the scarf could be used for when one finds oneself at the end of one's rope, so to speak. (I believe this would be called an Eternity Scarf.)
This is a very fancy-schmancy way to wear it - I have no idea how she did that! Bravo, Liba!
And finally, MY mother!
And here's my Mother's Day haul. Lucas shopped at the school store (on my dime) and bought this beautiful red fleece blanket and a stunning ring made of beads and sequins, along with a candle holder not pictured. Drew bought me (on his own dime, unless Dean cheated) the second book in The Hunger Games trilogy - exactly what I was wanting! And on the ride home from Pensacola, Drew "DJ'd" with music from my iPod, and he even played some Florence for me even though they don't care for it (it broke up the Dubstep and Dragon Force, which is all a mother could ask for). That is what I call a good Mother's Day.
Except that now I have to go to Walmart and buy the food for our Cub Scout Pack cookout tomorrow, for which I have 72 RSVP's so far....and it was such an awesome day.
But wait, look what I did when I got back from the hated Walmart! My MIL kindly gave me some panko-breaded pork cutlets (tonkatsu, to those in the know) to fix for dinner tonight. Wait, ME cook tonkatsu? Yes, indeedy! (If you're wondering why that's odd, I'll tell you of the Thanksgiving where the tip of my pinky ended up in the sweet potatoes.) Dean was on call, so I bravely heated the oil, with support from Drew, who declared that the final product did indeed look like what Dean and my MIL cook. Look at the perfect bubbles from the correctly-heated oil - I'm almost more proud of this than anything I've sewn!!
And my cooking inspired Lucas to create a special dessert for me. He poked peanuts into the brownies my mom made yesterday, then stacked and drizzled and arranged to achieve this:
What a Mother's Day!