You do have heavenly teeth

It's been a pleasant weekend already, with beautiful spring weather, Indian food, and the promise of The Philadelphia Story at ARC this afternoon. And the apartment is now in possession of a copy of Cold Comfort Farm, which Nick had never before seen. Inducting him into open family secrets, including the irrefutable facts that there truly be no butter in Hell, and that there have always been Starkadders at Cold Comfort Farm, is a wonderful two hours' spent, though I was watching his reactions too much to work any more on the Edwardian Collar I'm making for trade within the Sac Steampunk Society, heavily modified, of course. Mostly, I'm just using my own wits, gauge calculations, and favorite lace patterns to approximate the picture, but credit where credit is due to Ms. Jacobs. At any rate, we're out for a walk now, and then on to the theater.