I suppose I should be grateful to my mother-in-law. And to her lifelong hobby of shopping. This is a woman who is always looking toward the next purchase. Whether she needs it or not. And because she usually doesn't need it, she must find a way to dispose of her rejects. Those items whose positions in her home have been usurped by a newer, better, or more expensive version. Occasionally, these rejects find their way into my house, via her son. Whether I want them or not.
And so it was with the grandfather clock. A tall, sturdy clock. Replaced after years of humble service by a new, taller and more ornate model. I was never particularly enamoured of the grandfather clock. But apparently, my husband was. Who knew? So the clock made its way into our house. But it didn't come alone. No, it was carefully swathed in two large flannel sheets. More rejects. Obviously replaced by higher thread counts. Perhaps she considered the sheets an added gift. Perhaps they were simply employed as clock protection. Whatever the reason, I am more grateful for those flannel sheets than she will ever know.
Because those sheets are old. They are worn. And they are a lovely shade of beige. Almost the ideal shade of beige, in fact, for a Tusken Raider costume. And with Hal-Con less than 150 days away (inexplicably scheduled for the last weekend in October) Tusken Raider costumes have been on my mind lately. Overcome with motivation, I gathered up the sheets, printed off the instructions I had found months ago and neglected ever since, found a pair of scissors and a measuring tape, and set to work.
If all goes well, the robe could be completed tomorrow. Maybe.
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