09.09.13, Hat parade, Vintage wine and a bit of a hangover……….

Hat parade

Marcel wearing buttercup

Marcel wearing buttercup

I’m proud to say that I had ‘done’ over a 100 metres before 7am this morning! That’s in sewing thread, appliqueing butterflies………………..watch this space……

Not much happened yesterday, that’s if you leave out the rather rowdy lunch with my youngest, his wife and their friend. My husband found this in the cellar…………..

Chateau Calon Segur 1945 St Estephe

Chateau Calon Segur 1945
St Estephe

And just in case you can’t see the label…………

Close up and personal!

Close up and personal!

Surprisingly it was quite drinkable……………….could this be the reason we ended up around the garden table after a wholesome Sunday lunch singing…………..er…………….Frank Sinatra…………….Robson Green………..Russell Watson …………yes, it was grim! Fortunately our only neighbours are a flock of sheep – even they didn’t hang around…………not as daft as they look then………………..(I’m not even going to mention the impromptu dancing……….trust me, you don’t want to know…………….)

And not a button was covered or a stitch knitted, today all buttons will covered – whether they need covering or not!!!!!!

But back to the wine, made from grapes that grew and ripened in a war ravaged France and the first harvest of peace. Wine bottled 68 years ago and still drinkable – past it’s best, no doubt, but nevertheless a real glass of history……………..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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