Time travel by tulle...

What do you do on a cold, rainy Sunday, when you can't get to church? Well, the Farmer and his Wife dug out a time capsule of sorts, from the storage area under the house. Maggie wants to use my old Charlie Brown lunchbox when she goes to school this fall, and she simply HAD to inspect it this morning. We got busy and dug it out, along with many other blasts from the past.

Once upon a time, when the Farmer's Wife was a very young girl, my Aunt Margie (pronounced mar-ghee) let my sister and I dress up in her daughter's old prom dresses. It must've made a huge impression in my psyche, because I saved MY prom dress, from 1988/1989, for my daughter to dress up in. And yes, it was big. And yes, it was poofy. And it was very, very pink...with tiny hearts all over the pink parts. Where there wasn't a swath of pink hearts, there was lace or tulle. Think cotton candy, with ribbons. (This was 20 years ago, and I had only $100 of my school janitor cleaning money with which to find a dress. AND I was terribly romantic. All factors in the decision to buy this frothy gown!)

SO, today, after shaking it out and thrilling my daughter, some crazy thought entered my head to try it on! (We are pretty bored. And I had had quite a bit of coffee. Anything is possible.) AND IT FIT!!!! Without sucking in my breath or binding anything....it fit! That made my day. And Maggie really thought I was a queen...she even curtsyed to me. (Wayland laughed, and ran for the camera. )

After trying on "the dress", Wayland and I sat down to read all the Sagebrush Sagas (our high school rag) from 1987. Why I saved ALL of them, I don't know. But I do, now, have some really good stuff on Pam Cayer and Michael Green. Two copies of some things....I believe I'll put them in a safe place until the need arises to properly implement them for public humiliation.

It was a really fun morning! Sort of like a class reunion in a box, only without the pressure. My kids think I'm crazier, but that's okay. And Maggie is loving the Charlie Brown lunch pail, from 1979, and planning what to hide in it's depths; bless her little heart!