Friday, December 18, 2009
I'm taking an unexpected trip up to the Dub, Dub, Dubya-Bee (W-B) to visit my dad, who was admitted to the hospital this week. The doctors are in the middle of diagnostic tests to try to determine what's going on. From what I can gather, the range of possibilities goes from the low-key (a benign cyst) to the dire ("the big C", as my poor mother insists on calling it; like the name of that Harry Potter character -- or a certain litigious designer -- my mom believes that to utter the very word is to invite trouble). You may recall that I have a rather uneasy relationship with my dad and my family isn't terribly good at dealing with unpleasant realities, so all bets are off about how the weekend will go. If you've got any good thoughts to spare, I'd appreciate them. When I return, I'll have a shop update and the premiere of my first BBF pattern.