Pillows done, food too

I repaired four of the pillows, which didn't seem to need stitching until you noticed your finger sliding into a place where the patches were coming apart. 

The epp medallion on the yellow silk pillow was almost falling off. I think maybe played with as visitors sat with it on their laps. I wonder why people do this with pillows? I do it to raise up what I'm doing and save my neck from strain now that it's fixed again.

Pillows done, I made a layered baked dinner. Layer one last of the roast cabbage, layer two last parboiled potato, diced, layer three last of the (diced) tomatoes.  Dessert last of the (diced) peaches.  Dices feature regularly around here, lazy eater just using a fork.  Maybe Monday I'll go wild and have cod, not diced. 

Irony alert, which will amuse Minnesota blogistas. Sunday our recreation department had scheduled a winter fest. Cancelled because of weather. Snow.  Folks, it's January, it's NJ, winter fests take place in winter.   Three inches of snow is shorts weather to some.  

I've now read all the Ruth Galloways, so sad.  But I've found a nice series set in Yorkshire, with a cool self doubting detective police officer, Inspector Blades 

This is Book Two, several more to go. It's set in the early twentieth century after WW1, social changes, demobbed shell shocked soldiers, women bobbing their hair, daringly going out alone. Plenty of murder possibilities.

Happy day everyone. If you can manage it. Do it for Martin.