But puttering time is done, and a Not-So-Little-Anymore Girl arrives shortly to hang out with me. The other day, she showed up in a beautifully flower-printed long summer dress she'd chosen in Rome (I'd slipped her a few Euros before her trip, just in case she got some shopping time). We decided she was dressed for an elegant lunch (hence the sketching trip to VanDusen Gardens where they have a suitable restaurant). My effort to reach the sartorial bar she'd set meant a dress as well, and when I checked its suitability with her, she said, "Well, you bought it in Paris, didn't you?" and giggled. Point made. We headed out in our "I bought my dress in a European city" outfits (right after we made Pater change out of his shorts and t-shirt. Poor Pater).
So I'd better get an "Off to the Art Gallery with my Granddaughter" outfit ready, right? And what are you up to today? Hope you enjoyed the virtual beach walk. Also hoping I've raised the competitive spirits of all you putterers out there. We should pick a date, see how much puttering we can fit in, compare notes. . . . But that rather defeats the Puttering Purpose, doesn't it? Okay, I'm descending into nonsense here, which means it's time to go. Ta-ra. . .