Why I am considering never driving anywhere, ever again.
Today was Jane Austen’s Birthday and as part of the celebrations, I headed out with the Oregon Regency Society for tea. We were all dressed in our nicest afternoon outfits and I decided to drive rather than chance public transit in my white sprigged muslin. One must take such pains when laundering it that I thought the effort saved justified taking the Mercedes out. This is the first time I’ve driven it since my Seattle adventures.
It was such a lovely afternoon that we decided to head to the bookstore afterwards. Miss C– offered to drive us all in her car promising to drop us back at the tea shop afterwards. This was really the first time, outside of a convention, that I’ve gone out in my Regency outfit. It confused the mundane shoppers, I think. They all thought we were off-duty carolers even though caroling is Victorian which is not the same thing as the Regency.
When we went back to the teashop, my car was not there. Continue reading ›