|Whose little sister is she?|
None of us has a little sister, right?
I'm going to freak out if somebody claims she's always been here.
Sophie is the beneficiary of last Saturday's conviction that it was absolutely urgent that I go to Goodwill and look for handkerchiefs to make doll dresses. All I know about this handkerchief -- and a similar one with round flowers like zinnias -- is that it's polyester and made in Italy. It cost $1, and the dress used less than half the handkerchief, so I can make other things when I decide what those things might be.
|Sophie practices hailing a taxi because she's appalled by Uber's "surge" rates.|
|The full skirt is fun to lounge in.|
|You want to tell me everything you know.|
Since I was thinking of slinky dresses for the more sophisticated gals, my haul included dark-colored grown-up socks. It turns out to be surprisingly easy to pin darts in a sock, run a zig-zagged seam to make the sock fit, and then trim off the excess.
|My bottom hem is actually even --|
it just rolled a bit from my changing clothes so much.
|These will be all the rage at Saks.|
|I can wear this straight from the pool to the restaurant,|
if I'm starving for sweet potato fries.
|It is entirely possible that Stacie's grandmother wore this for the Bicentennial.|
|I am adorable and you can't reject me|
when I've had a brain injury that has left me unable to straighten my arm.
|My skirt's so gathered, I look like I have panniers!|
|We are now completely ready to celebrate the Day of the Dead.|