We only sew on a deadline it seems, despite intentions that this time we’ll start earlier. Araminta grew out of her 1855 dress from last year. We were able to save her underpinnings by moving out buttons, and Lucinda will need the same done soon. Poor Gareth didn’t even get to attend this one, since when we put him in his clothes he’d had such a growth spurt his shirt looked ridiculous.
The girls, Araminta in her new pink dress and Lucinda in Araminta’s hand-me-down:
Although this looks like aimless milling about, this is a dance being taught to the event visitors! The weather was beautiful.