The Headcold of Dreadful Doom is slowly passing. In the meantime, I’ve completely lost track of how much Lent has gone by. … The good news is I have a whole ‘nother week to get ready for Easter. The bad news is, I accidentally confused my CCE class yesterday. Oh well, they’re kindergarteners. They don’t have a good grasp on the passage of time either.
It’s almost April. This is a reminder that I need to come up with a 1914 French dress of indeterminate social purpose (probably formal dinnerwear) by April 14th. Also, a comparable costume of an English minister of war for Himself, although we aren’t entirely certain if he ought to be in uniform or not, and if not, whether medals would be worn out of uniform. Also, he gets to wax his mustache.
Every year, ShipGirl* has a murder mystery birthday party, and this year we’re invited! But it’s a period piece, and that means costumes. *whimper* The idea of early 20th century formal dinner dress to fit my frame terrifies me.
*Congratulations, ShipGirl. You now have a blog nickname! You know who you are.