I think because I have so much more time at home, not because I all the sudden work from home, but with the restrictions on travel and shopping, I go to town less once or twice a week, at most.

By “go to town,” in the off chance someone is reading that I’m not aware of, I am referring to our 25 minute drive to Lincoln, Nebraska. We live on an acreage, and almost all of our shopping, besides tractor or mower stuff, is done in Lincoln.

That’s a time sucker for certain. If I don’t plan things well, or at all some weeks, we can end up going to town several times. That’s a minimum of 1.5 hours, even if we have one quick stop.

That’s a lot of time, if you think about it. I know for those who live in cities, like Los Angeles, that would be a dream to get somewhere in that amount of time. For me personally, it always feels like a waste of time.

Where was I? Oh, yeah. Dreams and early morning thoughts. I wake up thinking about things that seem so off the wall. Take this morning, for instance, I woke up thinking about what my grandma on mom’s side, wore every day. I laid in bed, trying to remember if she had ever worn jeans or pants. I think the answer to that is no. I don’t recall ever seeing my grandma wear pants. Come to think of it, my grandma on dad’s side didn’t either.

If memory serves, one grandma always wore more fitted, wool or a thicker fabric, dresses and support hose. The other grandma, wore cotton dresses and aprons, flat lace up shoes.

And why I woke up wondering about that, I suppose has to do with the Mindful Wardrobe Project that I joined with Meg McElwee of Sew Liberated. We didn’t talk about this, but all the pondering I’ve done about my closet and wardrobe and why I wear certain things and why I don’t wear others, probably brought that up from my subconscious.

If your grandmas have been gone from this earth for awhile, do you remember what they wore?

Your friend,
Anne Dovel
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