The Old Days

So many old acquaintances have come out of the woodwork lately. I feel like I'm taking a long bath in nostalgia.

Masquerade Wedding

Regardless of where we live, my sister and I have remained loyal to our hair stylist in Louisville, KY, which often means making appointments around visits to home, or flying in more often than we might normally. For some months now, Holly has been planning what sounds like the most tripped-out, crazy, fun wedding ever, and we've just found out we've been invited to the reception part of her big day. It's a masquerade to be held on Halloween in Cave Hill Cemetery.

Part of the fun of planning the costume is fantasizing about what character we'd step into for an evening. Slutty nurse/pirate/vampiress dresses of 100% polyester are absolutely out of the question for E and I (not that there's anything wrong with that. ) She has decided to be a French Can Can dancer, and I've decided to be Henry VIII's second wife, Anne Boleyn (pre-beheading, although POST beheading would be a super neat trick.)

The pattern came in Saturday, and I'm very excited about shopping for the material to create my own version.

The famous "B" necklace will be a part of the ensemble . . .

. . . as well as this French Hood.

This should be a great challenge for my dusty sewing skills!

Ample bum, tiny seat

It's been about 2 decades since I rode a bike (btw its true, you never forget how) I was surprised that my balance was fine and my legs could keep up with the continuous pumping. It was my butt that got the whoopin. I hope it toughens up!