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Mardi Gras was fabulous. At the end of the parade, Casino Beach was full of floats. By the time our float arrived, we were directed down Ft. Pickens Road because there was no more room to park the float at Casino Beach. We traveled all the way down Ft. Pickens road, music blaring and waving to everyone. Only one other float was down there. We weren’t the last float in the parade, far from it. Apparently the other floats simply left the island or took their floats back to where they belong. So, our float turned around and made the trek back to Casino Beach. Now, of course, the traffic was horrendous. Our driver stopped the float outside of Casino Beach, let us off and took the float back to Krewe Den. We all proceeded to the pavilion for our dance and the announcement of the awards. Our krewe walked (at least, some of us were still walking) away with First Place. Poor Elaine fell walking up the steps. But she was okay. Our dance was perfect and oh so much fun. The entire krewe danced. Well, Kathi started out trying to dance and ended up sitting on the steps but her feet were still moving in step. Let me rephrase: The entire krewe learned the dance. Most of us did dance. Lol It was a blast. Red Beans & Rice was fabulous. The beach was wonderful. We never made it to the Krewe of Coma because we were pretty exhausted.
Tuesday night, one of our friends from Up North, Will, came over for dinner. We had so much fun catching up on things, playing on the computer, and talking.
We were expecting my cousin Kim, from California on Thursday, but Wednesday she called and was leaving Louisiana a bit early. I was so excited to have her here. Of course, George and I were running all over the place trying to clean the house and put fresh linen on her bed, and so forth. Kim and I had never met face-to-face. All I can say is that she was so … well, so me. We are about the same height; wear the same shoe size; we both drink coffee 24/7; we both love animals; we both embroider and sew. The list is endless. George was amazed at the similarities. We talked until 2 a.m. We went to bed. Got up in the morning and talked until the afternoon when we were having guests over for dinner and a get together evening. Yes, she met the neighbors. Of course, Patrice and Will were included. I boiled shrimp and potatoes. A neighbor made coleslaw. Patrice brought garlic bread. And the wine flowed. We had a fire in the chiminea and a few songs were sung, including our now infamous Possum Song. The evening was delightful. After the guests left, we continued talking (and peeling shrimp) until midnight when we retired for the evening. Friday morning we arose and began talking until 3 a.m. Saturday morning Kim had to leave to visit with Aunt Lil for the weekend. We began talking and were still talking as she drove away around 4 p.m. Now if that isn’t my Mama, I don’t know what is.
Kim is a genealogist and we went through several letters that my Grandmother, Flavie Theaux, had written to me about the family, many years ago. We went through old photographs and I was telling her stories that Mama had told me of the family.
Grant, Kim’s husband, is a symphony conductor and music professor. Kim plays percussion. She used to, also, be a dance instructor. She is quite an accomplished lady.
One of the amazing things about Cousin Kim is that she purchased a home embroidery machine a few years ago just like Doris. She did this without knowing that I own Doris. We both have Quantum Futura Singer embroidery machines. The difference is that she needed instruction on operating her machine, since she only recently took it out of the box. We spent a bit of time yesterday on the embroidery machines having a wonderful time.
Needless to say there wasn’t a lot of work accomplished this week. So, I had better get back to it real fast. During the week, I received an email from a friend asking me to give her a quote on a new Mardi Gras Krewe logo. I explained that I had company and she said there is no rush. No rush or not, I need to get onto that project. They are the Mystic Krewe of Fruitcakes. How cute is that!
By the way, Boxercraft finally sent me a few extra catalogs. A few of you had asked to borrow a catalog. They are here.
Well, Mardi Gras is over and we are now in the Lenten season. But, through all of this activity, did I forget something? Cajun Stitchery is now two years old. Let’s have some fun. The first person to email me and tell me my maiden name will win a quilted black satin jacket, size large, with their name embroidered on the front. This is not difficult because I’m always teasing about my maiden name. These are really nice jackets and run a bit on the large side. In other words, I would wear a size large comfortably.
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Thanks to Paulette Provost for the following:
Three Cajuns go down to Mexico to celebrate college graduation. They get drunk, and wake up in jail, only to find that they are to be executed in the morning, though none of them can remember what they did the night before.
The first one, Henri, is strapped in the electric chair, and is asked if he has any last words. He says, "I just graduated from Nichols State in Thibodaux , Louisiana and believe in the almighty power of God to intervene on the behalf of the innocent." They throw the switch and nothing happens. They all immediately fall to the floor on their knees; beg for Henri’s forgiveness, and release him.
The second, Gaston, is strapped in and gives his last words, "I just graduated from McNeese State in Lake Charles , Louisiana and I believe in the power of justice to intervene on the part of the innocent.." They throw the switch and, again, nothing happens. Again, they all immediately fall to their knees; beg for his forgiveness, and release him.
The last one, Boudreaux, is strapped in and he says, "Well, den, I'm from the University of Louisiana in Lafayette and I just graduated wit ma degree in Electrical Engineering, and I'll tell you right now, you ain't gonna electrocute nobody if you don't plug this ting in."
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French Phrase of the Week: C'est la saison de carême (It is the Lenten season)
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C’est tout, mes amis
Peggy Henshall
Cajun Stitchery
(850) 261-2462
cajunstitchery@yahoo.com
