Most of you probably haven't heard of the long-ago tradition of wearing argyle on the first Sunday of a new year.
That would be because I made it up. But, it is kind of a neat idea, don't you think? The boys and I wore argyle to church. Cate doesn't own any argyle. This will be rectified by Argyle Sunday next year, I assure you. And, Hubband? "Unless the Queen makes me the Duke of Argyle, there is not a chance," he informed me. Not even socks! Party pooper.
Well, it is a little late for this year, but here is hoping you can all participate in Argyle Sunday next year. Spread the word!