Sept from Mary - Delivery story - Part 2

One again, Mary has come up with an adorable design - and it's on craft/kraft paper. The cancel is nicely positioned. The lettering on my name is inspired by the Goodnight Moon lettering - on the book. Will I remember to do some stamps on easels? 

Part 2 of delivering the nichos to the museum.

The helper I enlisted for the delivering of the nichos is Steve. He and MrW were little friends in elementary school. By middle school and high school they were veering off into different circles. I met Steve through the calligraphy guild. Steve is a very traditional artist with very impressive traditional skills. Over the years we've worked on some very interesting events and projects requiring a level of skill that stretches my usual *relax and have fun* persona.

The nicho/ofrenda project was entirely volunteer and Steve is not retired - so I didn't want to use a ton of his time - but I knew he was the right person for the delivery job. The part I forgot was that both Steve and MrW can lapse into lengthy conversations. And when MrW found out that he couldn't do any carrying - that he was relegated to door holding - he had to make friends with the actual museum guard who was assigned to the door. 

Poor MrW had been cookie-deprived for a couple months. So, I made cookie dough a day ahead and then baked them at 6 am. Deliveries started at 7:30. I am aware that Steve appreciates a good homemade cookie. I made it very clear that the cookies were for the two of them and they should not mention cookies to the others. They nodded. But - after MrW was banished to door holding and made friends with the guard - on the trip back to our house for another load, MrW asked if he could take some cookies to his new friend, Ron, who.....<insert all kinds of details about Ron - because MrW should have been a private investigator who gets paid to cozy up to people and get information.>

The answer was: NO! You may not give your cookies away. If you don't want to eat them, I will give all of them to Steve.

And don't get me started on how hard it was to corral the two of them to stay on task with the back and forth trips. They were both like little ADHD boys wandering around talking to people. Grrrrrr.