Sunglasses for Mom et al.

As most of you know, last Sunday was Mother's Day.

The holiday has a different flavor now that my mother is living with us, since we see each other every day.  Still, we had a delicious brunch on the balcony and took a walk in the neighborhood.

There are a few lovely blocks nearby with gracious brownstones (i.e., townhouses) covered with wisteria vines.  When these bloom, it's really a sight to see!







 I took a few portraits of my Mom, who (don't tell) turns 85 next Monday.





The day was warm and sunny and my Mom told me she wanted to stop in a local drugstore and pick up some cheapie sunglasses.  It occurred to me that she might like one of the dozens of pairs I've collected for Cathy over the years.

My mom's no Iris Apfel, but she was open to sampling some unusual frames.  Which is your favorite?



















In the end, she opted for black plastic shades from Michael Kors.  I approve.



In other news, I continue to work on my jacket, which I think is going to end up as Michael's jacket for reasons I'll explain in a future post.  Yesterday I focused on the inside pocket and lining.







I always forget how much work is involved in making a man's sport jacket.  If I remembered I might never start another one: a bit like childbirth, perhaps.

On that note, a Happy (belated) Mother's Day to all you mothers out there.

Have a great day, everybody!