My buddy, Sherry, sent me this picture and it’s one of the few I like (except for the wonky way my bodice looks). It was in the Talbot House a few weeks ago during the Transylvania Purchase. At least Commander McCroskey didn’t complain that I was scrubby and I looked like I had some sense that day rather than be kind of daft, ala Mad Annie Bailey. I even practiced sitting like an 18th century lady (feet apart, knees apart and skirts like a table. You can thank the Yahoo site, 18th Century Women, for that bit of advice. This one’s for you, Commander.