This was taken the day we left North Carolina. I am holding some of my MIL's soaps she makes. We volunteered to work at a huge show she will be in held in November. It had casually been mentioned about wearing prairie hats. My SIL said, "I think I have a prairie girl outfit you can wear. Have Catherine take your measurement from waist to ankle, it might be too long." Brain spinning. She wasn't even entertaining the idea that the outfit wouldn't fit, but only the fact that it might be too long or too short.
I explained to HH the significance of this event. As a SMO person, it was never an option to "share" clothes with anyone. The most I could do was to wear someone's earrings or borrow a purse. When I was a nanny, I had underestimated how cold it was going to be on Halloween. It was time to take the kids around the neighborhood for candy, and the dad offered me a jacket of his. I played it off like it wasn't that cold out, but really I knew that there was no way it was going to fit. I can wear clothes that other people wear! Woot! Woot!