the first dress was kind of, well, kind of tight around the neck so sylvia found me this beauty. no smiling in the 1800's. sylvia is on the far left. in the middle are carol and her husband warren. he writes the murder mysteries, acts and does set work. carol writes historical plays, acts and directs. so much talent for such a small town. we are standing outside the council chambers waiting to enter and make our pitch. we are asking for $150,000 to fund the 150th anniversary of oil since our initial trillium fund was rescinded.
my dress weighs many pounds and was, literally, crafted out of old curtains. at least it didn't strangle.

and these are one of my favourite pairs of boots. true blue originals. soft as butter ... no exagguration