A Big Supply of House Keys

Painting above: Victorian Interlude by Nicky Boehme, from allposters.com

Greetings Ladies,

Today was nice for me because a friend came by and we went to a tea room.  I got my purse and keys and we kept talking. For some reason, I set my keys down (that is why I should always have them fastened to my wallet), and walked out the door, locking it behind me. Of course I couldn't get back in and could not use the car without keys so my friend took us in her car, with me giving her stilted directions all the way to the tea room. I must say she mildly put up with me telling her every turn and every lane to get in. I am a better driving than directing.

My husband had not taken a set of keys that included a house key, so when he got home after one of his appointments, he too was locked out.  When I arrived home several hours later there was a muddy footprint on the outside window sill.  He said he used his "burgle skills" and  burglarized the house by removing a screen and opening a window.  I did notice the furniture by the window was slightly  askew, but sure was happy my 74 year old husband  still was able to climb through a window. It's great we have not lost all our survival instincts at this late date in life. (He also still uses the tractor and spends several hours keeping the grass cut, which grows tall after so much rain. We must not lose the key to the shed where that vehicle is kept, since the shed is impossible to burgle.) This week he will be busy getting a supply of house keys for our wallets and cars. Relatives and our neighbor have keys but the neighbor was not home today, so that did not do is any good.

My DH couldn't resist telling someone today after church services about the experience (this is one more to add to the stories he tells the grandkids) that he burgled the house "and it wasn't pretty." 

My friend and I shared some old patterns and I took a photo of some of hers. One of them was her wedding dress she made back in the day but I missed getting a picture.

The pattern on the right was a Centenniel historical celebration pattern.

You remember the rule I made regarding Mr. S. whenever there are ladies here for tea--to make an appearance, exchange polite greetings and then leave us to talk fabric.  Well, since we had tea elsewhere, he was waiting in his favorite chair, eager to talk on some subject, (including how he broke in to the house) and this time it was aliens, and not the immigrant type. If you remember, the last time it was the Sasquatch.   My friend and her husband have an interest and I think my husband gets some amusement from hearing what other people think about these things. Fortunately for me, she had brought a Shabby Fabrics catalog to browse, which I did when the talk turned to modern fuel injection for space craft and things that happen in a desert city in N.M. which name starts with the letter R. The question was brought up regarding replacing a well-known jet aircraft that had been retired decades ago. I shall mention nothing further, since I don't want to encourage speculation.

All in all it has been , shall we say, an "interesting" day. A big rain storm, which we describe as a "squall" poured all over my friend and me as we walked from her car to the tea room and back again. 

Mrs. W. comments here on this blog. I think she's as cute as can be and looks like a teenager. Her husband collects antique cars and is interesting too. (I posted pictures of their house here a couple of years ago). I like the way she dresses and I got such a nice picture of her at the tea room, on my cellphone, which I will try to post here, and she has a picture of the two of us on her cellphone. Just be patient while we take our time getting these star-quality pictures to the blog. She made the skirt she was wearing, and the silk flower clip on her jacket.  

Some early 1970's patterns seen on the web recently, below.