Well, I hated to outpink the Queen of England, but how was I supposed to know she was going in the direction of carnations today? Maybe Michelle got the memo; I sure didn’t.
ANYway, after I shook those three Ravelry girls, it was a quick bit of work to stow the beaver hat and tidy up in time to sneak into the tea party without anybody noticing. Most people seemed to think I was the Prince of Wales, which was OK by me. The President didn’t seem to blow any protocol except maybe taking a little too long to explain the Genius button on Her Majesty’s new iPod.
In all, a veritable whirlwind of a day–I don’t know how these White House folks keep the pace. For me, it’s epsom salts, a bag of Smarties with a nice cava, and some East Enders. And so to BED!