Choices

Choices, choices, what's a manz to do? Let's see... there's the Piggly Wiggly flyer with all the meat on sale (mmmm meat mmmmm), a tin of cookies (now almost empty...down to the last few Christmas cookies, but it has since been refilled with orange cookies), the computer ('someone' now has their own email and facebook... we spent quite a bit of time walking down memory lane last night looking up people from high school) and the endless offerings of netflix. Good thing that chair has swivels on it-

So what we ended up doing was: going to the pig, making cookies, watching "Jeremiah" on netflix (last week it was a man-a-thon of 'The Deadliest Catch'- a crabtastic show), learning facebook and driving out to Penderlea to see the museum and hang out with Charles's dad. (Who is a very cool guy- and Penderlea is a very cool place.) I took 95 photos and learned about a perfume factory/ hosiery mill (now abandoned but up kept) that I would love to get into to photograph. Even though it was cold outside (toasty inside the museum) we had fun.

The dress was at the museum, and has an excellent cautionary tale with it. (Parents- feel free to use this on your teenagers). The dress belonged to Bernice Blanchard, and was her prom dress from 1945. She graduated that year at age 16, and went to work second shift at the perfume factory. That summer was hot, and like most teenagers, a pimple popped up on her face. Despite her mother's warnings, she popped it.... and got blood poisoning. Two weeks later she was dead.... all of her things were packed away in a giant trunk, not looked at for years then donated to the museum. She made the prom dress herself- it is beautiful, light with lots of little details. Her other clothes hang in the closet at the museum, including her saddle shoes and matching purse....

I never knew you could die from mashing a pimple. The world is a scary place....but I can't wait to tell this story to the kids at school. Maybe I can save someone from certain doom!