"But it's not quite my birthday yet," I tell my Mom as she hands me a big purple envelope with a card inside before we sit down to eat at her apartment in Brooklyn. "Yeah, I know but you like to display your birthday cards for a few days before and look at them...besides we all know how it is Birthday Month for you", she tells me whilst she puts our salads with mulberries we picked ourselves and pecans, that we didn't pick ourselves, on the table for dinner. It's a gorgeous card. It is crocheted beyond the point of detailed...pink, red, yellow and white-colored flowers with lovely crocheted green leaves embellished with faux gemstones in the center of each flower. Plus there's lots of bling around the border. Wow! There must be hundreds of stitches that combine to make this crocheted floral bouquet. "It's beautiful," I tell her and I mean it as I open the card to read the poem she has written inside... "Happy, happy, happy
....where taking the road less traveled IS the goal. The around-the-world travel experiences of Mom Estelle and daughter Estelle...yes, the two Estelles :)