Errata 1:
Gary wanted to correct me. “That tumor tree in the backyard is NOT an oak. I asked the tree guy. He said it was something, like a ‘Shinsplint cypress.’”
“Shag bark hickory?”
“No”
“Sweetgum?” “No.” “Sassafrass?” “No.” “Shining Sumac?” “No.”
So I’ve decided it’s a sycamore.
Errata 2:
I was dead wrong about my “polyester” suit. I looked at the tag and the jacket is 100% silk. I think the pants must be a silk blend. It’s slinky and doesn’t wrinkle. I figured it must be polyester.
The hat parts arrived today. I had a moment of Scarlett O’Hara inspiration: Instead of spraying the hat ivory or sewing on a fabric, I can make use of my feather boa. Thirty years ago Boyfriend Michael gave me a massive feather boa, which had had great use through the years, but now it molts. I walk across a room and look back at a trail of feathers. So, I’m going to pluck it and glue each feather individually to the hat frame.
Like this, only ivory:
Confession:
Has it been obvious I’ve been keeping a secret from you? I have been. A story too horrible, too personal, to tell. Details tomorrow.
6 responses to “I Stand Corrected”
Well, apart from all the work involved, if your boa looks like every other boa I’ve ever seen, you’re not going to get a smooth, classy effect like in the photo. You’re going to look electrocuted.
Justin Bieber called. He wants his hair back.
Big Dot – well, we will see. If it doesn’t work out I’ll cover it in faux fur.Becs – heh!
Well now I’m just going to sit here and hit refresh until the next post.
Allison – and now you have it.
My correction stands corrected – Gary remembered the name of the tree was “shin oak.”