I took my camera to the op shop this morning because I wanted to prove to you that there WAS an empty wine bottle for sale for $5. And it was gone! How's about that! I could see how this could turn into a win-win situation. Next time TMB does the supermarket shopping I'll get him to pick up a bottle of "Azure Bay" and then when I'm finished with it the good people at the Army can turn it into funding for their alcohol rehabilitation programme.
On the way I was thinking up aphorisms to wrap around the pinky bars for the Trick or Treaters. I rejected, "don't send me your dental bill," in case any of the accompanying parents got any ideas, but "have you eaten your veggies yet" is still a contender.
The poor parents. I remember one year when we went out walking there were 2 mums with a bottle of chardonany in hand. I reckon I'll need that and more when it comes my turn to traipse round houses with a collection of children dressed as ghouls.
On to the sewing. I can see why it is I have such an antagonistic attitude to changing cultural norms. It was because I was clearly meant to have been born in Jane Austin's time. Look at my craft activity for this evening. I am going to trim this bonnet with buttons and bows.
Now thrifters out there will be interested to learn that I cut this bonnet (Vogue 8405) out in the same yardage as a bias cut skirt (Butterick 4522). Bias skirts hog so much fabric, but this little sun hat fits right into the odd shapes left behind. And of course I bought the patterns on sale for half price!