Is it a summer malaise? I don't know.
Have you ever gotten into such a turn of mind were even the thing you love to do is too much trouble? I've made a few forays into the sewing room and thought and thought about projects. I get out patterns and even bought some silk online. Meh, too much trouble, it's too hot, I don't wanna.
So many people are busily sewing for events and Costume College, I can barely fold up the unused pattern. Staring at UFOs won't get them finished.
What a rut. But you want pictures. I know how this works.
I have done a little dress-up so here's my pansy Fancy-dress that I wore to the Magic Castle in Hollywood on Sunday.
Is it a catarrh?
Should I remove her tonsils, and put them in a jar?
Is it mal-contentment, brought on by a wish?
Please remove your horoscope and put it in the dish.
Cast an oath on sticks and stones, meted out by churls,
Then take the word of better men, who know what's good for girls.
Ever Your Thimble Servant,