Why it's good to wear stripes

The only quiet moment on Saturday--
Glenn, me, Pauline and Tom

Tom served a delicious lunch of soup and fresh popovers.  All went well (read: no soup on the blouse) until he offered some terrific grape jam for the popovers.  That was my downfall, but we were talking so non-stop that I never saw the glob on my chest till I was almost home...sigh!  We got up from the table on Saturday, and Bev had her camera ready.  Thank goodness Pauline agreed to stand in front. (Anyway, you can barely see the jelly ☺).
 A gracious host, a consuming subject and delightful people to share it all with. What a good time!