Jam packed

that was the weekend that was. Kate and a friend stayed at the Museum for the massive sleepover and they were thrilled because they were included in the crew and had special privileges. I didn't understand for several days that these two girls didn't hit the sack until 2 am. The mother in question was dropping off at 10! So much for stepping out to trip the light fantastic. Then Kate took her bright red souvenir T shirt and artistically shredded it. That's the only way that I can describe it except to say that it looks just great. If I had taken scissors to any item of clothing it might have looked more like a jealous lover on a rampage. But her results are great.

Saturday night I dressed up in a "we are a New Yorker" costume that is to say a black suit with high heels plus aligator bag and went off to represent family for Lucy Banks and Danny at their end of year cocktail party for graduating seniors from Syracuse's program. I think I was more fascinated with the fact that I could wear high heels than almost anything else. I guess that makes me totally self centered but I realized this weekend as I tranferred spring clothes out and winter clothes went in that I had worn black jeans for the most of the year because it was all about my feet and my shoes.

In the old days it was high heeled sling backs and now, sob, it's flats