One is never too old to play dress up and have tea with the ladies. I found a fine frock and the shoes in the boutique, and crafted a hat and earrings to elevate the outfit from humdrum to hmmm,... well, I can't quite think what is the word for this outfit.
And I wasn't the only one! Look at all these beauties in their hats!
The point of this party was to farewell Kaye, who leaves tomorrow for Guyana. She is going to join another single woman, Bev, who is in the final stages of the the Wapishana New Testament translation. Kaye is needed because the married couple who were working with Bev were murdered exactly two years ago.
Trudy hosted this lovely event at her home, and Eileen helped make the cucumber sandwiches and scones served with Devonshire cream.
Several other ladies brought their mother's china for us to use.
Lovely, lovely, lovely.
Oh, and yes, we drank LOTS of tea.
Thursday, March 29, 2007
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
The Final Four is an event that we use to mark the anniversary of our arrival in Dallas. We drove here from California, where baby David had just been born, arriving the day after the Final game, which Gary watched in a hotel in Oklahoma. That was 23 years ago but it seems even longer than that in many ways. The four years just before that were spent living in the Solomon Islands and not speaking English. Now, I can hardly remember any To'abaita, and my Pijin isn't much better. Sigh. That was a world ago.
Monday, March 26, 2007
You can call me cheap if you want to, but I prefer to think of my R-skills (that is: reuse, recycle, repurpose) as my little bit to stave off global warming. Wait, I don't want to talk about global warming--everybody gets up in arms! No, I just think it is sometimes fun to make do.
Anyway, my latest cheapskate trick: when you run out of black ink to refill the printer's black cartridges, use a mix of the extra red-yellow-blue ink. It isn't exactly black, but black enough for most purposes.
Another project I'm in the middle of is making an apron out of a leg of an old pair of jeans that had a hole in the rear. (This project wouldn't work if the jeans had a hole in the knee.)
That reminds me, I want a subscription to the Tightwad Gazette for Christmas.