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Oh Look! It's been 7 years.

 Oh my gosh.  Really? Seven years?  Apparently the appropriate gift is copper because it is warm, conducts heat and has energy.  Who knew? I had sort of noticed a slight uptick in stories about them, the leading up to the wedding and so on but that it was today didn't really register.  At least for me.  Sorry.   What was noticeable is that the stories were negative.  Harry was close to his grandmother and then he lost that.  The tiff about visiting with the hair dresser.  Or the chef berated over alleged egg (as if a good chef (let alone one who worked for HM) would want to secretly put something in which might be an allergy).   The song in my head is from the Grateful Dead about the part about ... what a long strange trip it's been. Where has the time flown?

And now what direction to head in?

 Well the court case has decided against him.  And are asking for him to pay the court costs.   Ouch on many levels and one of them is in the pocketbook. Decisions, decisions. If he doesn't try to take it farther, he may be able to increase the chances he could see his father again.  or not. As much as KC may have wanted to see his son, he couldn't afford to (with or without observers).  The king needed to appear neutral in the decision.  Full stop.  It was about sending a message to the people making the decision, the public, his other son/wife/kids and ... his own wife about his values, how he needs to respond - which is following the lead of his mother, being neutral in decisions of what is best for the united kingdom.  Kingdom above family as much as you love them. With the never explain, the king would have quite the problem of how to handle things if somehow there was a release that he was trying to sway the decision (even if he said no...

Perfection in Daily Life Or Not

Decades ago, trying emulate Martha Stewart was all the thing.  It was a lifestyle of just the right furniture, linens, towels, bedding.  I learned about furniture restoration and peonies.  Everything was always just so.  It was always the perfect never a crumb showing or drop of blueberry pie filling falling on the table cloth.  It was silver, not stainless.  It was about using cloth napkins with rings instead of paper ones.  It was how to do something, make something and be some one who lived a refined life far above the hoi polloi of being common.  I did find cutting paper to the size of each picture really did make it easier to figure out where to hang it. Didn't have kids so it was much easier to create a series of perfect moments.  With kids, they need food and now so dainty, crafted small portions with just so moments tended to go out the window.  A lot of things became more about real daily life with little or no resemblance to po...