What we do in retirement!
A neighbor invited me to her “ Clothing Art Party” featuring three artists/designers displaying their handmade crafts accompanied by a glass of prosecco with a raspberry on the bottom on a sunny late-spring afternoon.
I can’t believe I went. I knew I didn’t need baby clothes or hand-crafted tablecloths (I don’t even use the tablecloths I have). My scarf drawer overflows. But I like this neighbor and I was around, so I went.
Attending were a group of amazingly dynamic women. I talked at length with a fascinating documentary filmmaker from a nearby town. I met a few neighbors I didn’t know. Everybody was interesting.
I admired the beautiful African fabrics used for the dresses and tops made by the lady who lived much of her life in Kenya. She gives a percentage of the money she gets from her sales to provide "Girls Dignity Kits" to young girls so that they can attend school during their menstrual periods.
I tried on a bunch of the African tops. They ballooned over my thin body and made me feel like I was in a tent. But it was for a good cause.
So I bought one.