She swung through town over the weekend, stayed long enough to catch a market, and left me in her dust with a pair of her clogs glued to my feet. Why glued? Because they haven't come off since then. I love these shoes. I know this week's jam is going to be off the charts, just by virtue of my feeling just a little tiny bit cooler this week.
Besides the shoes, she's even plugged my humble jam wares on her flashy blog. Check it out! And even though I like being photographed about as much as I love scrubbing my jam pot at the end of cooking day, I think she did a great job of capturing me mid-Saturday market. We had to pause between catching up over lattes and handing out samples of the latest flavors.
So, thanks Isobel and here's a lifetime supply of jam to my favorite ex-wing woman/amazing cobbler/incredible friend. You rock! I guess I might have to finally take off my new boots to pick figs tomorrow. Otherwise, the soles could be wrecked for good.