Archive forJuly, 2008

Yesterday I said:

I met a lady who has a lot of old Gunnies she needs to find something to do with. Enter me. It was extremely exciting. We’re going to meet and I shall look through them.

Today, Mom and I drove to Lynn’s house. When we got there, she pulled out the ten or so Gunne Sax dresses she had…and I tried them on. Meanwhile, she pulled out more and more and more dresses and blouses and skirts that she thought I might like, getting more and more excited as time went on. She was so friendly and easy to like, and the best part was, she was as excited as I was about the whole business. She was moving and needed to cut down drastically on her closet space, but didn’t want to just give her well-loved dresses to Goodwill. She was so glad to give them to me, to someone who would wear them and love them and use them!
We were there for some time, and she went all through her closets and then her basement, and unbelievably, and I mean that I am still in shock, I came home with a LOT of things.
Over twenty dresses. Six blouses. Sweaters, skirts, three antique petticoats (which I really needed), a fur coat, mink, hats, and more. And to top it all off, she gave me a beautiful steamer trunk, twice the size of my existing trunk, lined in cedar.
This makes such a huge dent in the amount of things I needed for my wardrobe, and so many of these things are really beautiful! Now, some of them are really hilarious, like the red polka dotted frilly skirt and shirt. But this woman was so generous. And she gave it all to me completely free. She didn’t want any money. She kept a list, too, of other things she wanted to show me that she couldn’t find at the time, and has another friend with Gunnies whom she’s going to talk to. So we’re going to stay in touch, schedule another date.
And you know? I did some quick calculating in my head (amazing, I know), and I think that if I had bought these things from dealers, they would’ve cost a few hundred dollars. Maybe several hundred.
I am so overwhelmed and incredibly grateful. Yes, some of my friends have spoken for the things I can’t keep, so Sonja and Krissy, you’re second on the list. We’ll see if there’s anything, I’ll need to go through it again eventually.

Someday I’ll get pictures up. Lynn wants to see them. I am so happy. Two great and surprising things so far this week. And Mrs. Konczal got to touch the Marquis de Montcalm’s face! :D

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I started blogging five years ago. Interesting. Thanks for the blog, Ted, it’s been nice.

I played with Seth and James this morning. I would venture to say that we played one of our best games yet. Seth and James have seen up until the recent Avatar finale, and so we played Avatar as we often do. James was Aang, and Seth was Zuko, and I was Katara. Oh crumbs, I just realized that I can’t really explain because Krissy hasn’t seen the end yet.
Well, anyway, they quoted a lot from what they had seen, then came up with their own ending since they hadn’t seen it. Basically, we used waterbending and put the comet out. Yay, world saved. :P
Honestly, having these little friends is a great thing for me. I have a legitimate excuse for running around flailing my arms, pretending to move water and earth and such.

I got two Gunne Sax skirts for six dollars recently. I won’t get into it all because it’d take a little while to explain, but basically I was performing at Buxton’s town day and met a lady who has a lot of old Gunnies she needs to find something to do with. Enter me. It was extremely exciting. We’re going to meet and I shall look through them. I got the two long skirts though, which is a real blessing, as I needed about two more long winter skirts! The waists were a little too small, but I cut through the bands, opened up the side seams, and inserted wedges in contrasting colors, and I am happy to say that despite the fact that I had no idea what I was doing, they turned out really well!

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A little late in changing my calenders…

Me: This is the rare [name of plant] and it’s interesting because [insert interesting, exceptionally lengthy monologue].
Sonja: This is a leek, and it’s good for everything except boats.

Happy July, everyone!

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Today Christchurch’s pirate-themed vacation Bible school kicked off. I wasn’t going to be able to go to much of it, but for some inexplicable reason, I didn’t get scheduled until Saturday! Really odd, and really welcome. So I’ll be there every day, most likely.
It went well…I, of course, was there mostly for the excuse to dress up. I wore my pre-Raphaelite dress, with various fun accessories like my vouz medallion and mug, my Redwall satchel, a seashell necklace Keturah made me, etc. I think I looked reasonably piratical. It was hot, but I didn’t suffer until I got roped into playing octopus outside and won the first game. >.< No one had told me that when you won, you had to be it.
We didn’t get as many kids as we expected, but the ones that turned up were well-behaved and interested. One little girl, named Tabitha, I hadn’t met before. We were in the bathroom, she washing her hands, when suddenly-
“How many gods do you believe in?”
“Er..what was that?”
“How many gods do you believe in?”
“Oh. Only one. There is only one God.”
I waited, but she didn’t say anything, so I prompted.
“How many gods do you believe in?”
“Well, that’s good.”
“I thought you believed in two gods or something.”
“Er…no, just the one. Maybe you heard us talking about God, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit? The trinity?”
Luckily, Mrs. Noonan showed up just then and I smoothly dumped the responsibility of explaining that theological conundrum. I’m not quite ready to explain the Trinity to six-year-olds…she smiled and used an apple analogy.

There wasn’t a whole lot for me to do, since I’d signed up late, so I ended up with the video camera, taping Than and the rest of the worship team up front, prancing about and doing motions to the songs. They did a good job, I know I wouldn’t have been able to swallow my affected dignity quite so well, even for the sake of a lot of impressionable kids.
Actually, I do have one other responsibility…Mom and I share custody (so to speak) of Crew #2. We have to escort them to their various stations. Mom’ll be gone most of the week, so they’ll be mine. I like our group; I think they’re about ages 5-8. One of the boys, Peter, is the sweetest chocolate-colored little boy I’ve ever met. I think we’ll be good friends.

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