I've been working on a cardigan, since I finished my striped pullover. I was hoping to get a sewing machine today, but alas it has yet to come. I'd noticed packages coming last week about 10am, and it's well after 2 now. I keep saying, "Maybe it will be here tomorrow" and yet it never is.
The only positive that has come of this, is that I finally took the opportunity to clean out a little vintage TV table come shelf that I am planning to use as sewing storage. That is, if I ever get to sew!
The letter today is exactly the sort of thing that you would expect from a lady of the aristocracy doing sometime in the 1920's: putting on a bazaar. If you've ever seen Mapp and Lucia, you are imagining the same thing I am. A couple of middle-aged women passive aggressively vying for the role of Liz I.
From a Lady purposing to get up a Bazaar
Ashmead, Tunbridge Wells.
February 20th.
Mrs. Barrett presents her compliments to the Countess of Carlow and is very desirous of obtaining her patronage for a bazaar to be held in the Town Hall in June next for the benefit of the local hospital. Several ladies in the immediate neighbourhood have kindly promised their assistance; amongs overs, Lady Sarah Linton, the Hon. Misses Carden, Mrs. Rivers, and Mrs. Churchill, and if Lady Carlow would interest herself in the undertaking either by holding a stall or contributing articles to the bazaar it would be of considerable service to the charity.
No signature, since the name is stated at the top.
As I was writing I noticed the address. I'll sign off with a little bit of Oscar Wilde:
Jack: Well if you want to know, Cecily happens to be my aunt.
Algernon: You're aunt!
Jack: Yes. Charming old lady she is, too. Lives in Tunbridge Wells.
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