Merry Christmas Eve! At breakfast, the skies opened. This did not seem like a good omen, but it turned out to be a getting-it-over-with batch of rain. By the time we left for the Powerhouse Museum, it was lovely and hot. With Brent in charge of directions, we took a much prettier route this time through a park with lots of fountains and a playground. Had I not been wearing tennies, I would have waded in the water.

At the museum, it became clear that everyone had a different idea about what to do. We all lost each other at various points, but Brent and T. liked the steam engines, Syd liked Harry Potter, and I got to take my time in the lace exhibit (all according to my personal plot!).

If I ever need a chain-link fence, I want one like this:



This fairy-tale forest had an accompanying stop-motion video:



This lace organically “grew” out of pages of Darwin’s Origin of Species.



And this pair of necklaces in steel were based on some Spanish lace collars from the renaissance.



There were, of course, lots of garments, but most of them fell into the category I will call “conceptual” rather than “wearable.” I saw elaborate jewelry, some produced from casts of 3D printed objects. Good stuff, Maynard.