As you know, I am catching up on Downton Abbey. I just finished the episode in which sweet Lady Sybil passes. I am fully aware the tears are not over as I well know that Matthew Crawley is not a character in the fourth series. Sadly. Downton fans were surely outraged at the end of the series that I currently am on... I dread it. An oncoming train wreck and I cannot look away. I must say that Sybil's
MY tears didn't start until Violet. While speaking to Carson about never seeing trouble like her granddaughter's death, Violet's breath caught and her voice began to quiver. For a moment, I thought she really might break down. But no, not the Dowager Countess of Grantham. She composed herself, covered her tired face with a stunning black lace veil and walked on, cane in tow. WHAT A SCENE! Ugly girl cry full on.
In other news, I finished The Secret Lives of Dresses by the great Erin McKean and adored it.
Jason and I took Maggie on an adventure yesterday. We decided to hike Panther Creek since the weather was so cool out. Maggie is still sleeping it off.
Our dogwoods are blooming.
The first hint of hosta leaves are now above ground.
McCall's 5023 came to life.
I decided to add the bow to the back instead of sewing the band and bow at the front waistline. I didn't hide the back zipper either.
The darts on the waist drew me to this pattern of Grandmother's and as anticipated were my favorite part to sew. Who doesn't love a good dart?
Spring has Sprung.