We arrived at the Club at 11:15 to meet my cousin, only to find that the club was at capacity and there was a line outside the door. It turns out that we had to wait for people to leave before we could go in. We waited in this line until about 11:50 when we barely squeaked through the door. It took about 30 more minutes for the band to actually start playing. I don't need to describe this since there are Youtube videos, but I will say that there were tons of people there dressed in old fashioned frocks, and people attempting to do the Charleston in the cramped space. I was standing next to a lady with an interesting knitting tattoo.
This was the first time I've been able to see any kind of 1920s revival "bawdville" type band play, and it left me yearning for more! WILL be going to see White Ghost Shivers again--hopefully I can fix myself up an old fashioned dress.
Today I went to San Antonio to find me some Dutch learning utensils and came up utterly empty handed. It turns out that these materials do not exist in San Antonio. I went to 3 book stores. Nada. Had I wanted to learn these far flung languages, I would have been in luck: Irish, Gaelic, Swedish, Swahili, Brazilian Portuguese (!).
Stupid San Antonio. I continually lose my respect for you.
In crafting news:
I found a sweet dress at a thrift store for $2 that I can shorten. It looks 1950s-ish.
I also started working on the apron experiment after my friend Emily helped me with basic pattern reading:
I also knitted about 2 rows in the past month. Slow, slow, slow.
And to wrap up this post, a fail inspired by the recent explosion of the local cricket population:
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