The mudroom. The catch-all for all the construction, the spare pumps, the tool chest and the dreaded black drawered cabinet that was supposedly for office stuff, but that was (being metal) just the thing for odd bits of the sprinkler system, staplers, glue, wiring thingies, and sandpaper.

One was tempted to turn a hose on the place and let fly…

I tell you this backyard wedding is the thing for getting round-tuits done.

But it’s going to be a lot nicer: we had Too Much Stuff in there, and we hope, since the place has been a mess since the Great Bathroom Remodel, which is now done—we can keep it nice.

The cats are getting suspicious. They’re behaving quite well, all things considered, and staying close to the food, just in case…

Jane undertook to make some tablecloths. You would think this would be a smooth operation. Nothing is simple when it involves a hem-rolling foot. You would also think the Pfaff site would have an how-to that included how to start the operation, ie, how to insert the fabric into the not-very-intuitively made curves of the foot that will thereafter fold the fabric double along the edge it is stitching. Oh, no, nothing about how you get the fabric folded into it or the fact that it requires some guidance. All the manufacturer gives you is a happy-happy video of the thing well along, stitching a rolled edge. Big help that is.