Bertie was a seamstress and milliner, and had very little money, so I'm guessing she made this outfit herself.
Bertie was obsessed with cleaning. She walked my mother to school and polished mom's shoes in the hallway before mom could enter a classroom. Her grandchildren were forbidden to walk in the center of the living room carpet ("you'll wear it out"). She had mothballs in every drawer and closet in the house, even inside our toy chest. And when her husband placed his wooden leg at his bedside every night, Bertie waited until he fell asleep so she could put it away in the closet where it belongs (god forbid he had to get up in the middle of the night to pee).
My mother's last memory of Grandpa Eddie was him sitting on a metal chair placed on cardboard in the middle of his living room. The cardboard protected the carpet... and Grandpa wasn't allowed to sit on the upholstered couch ("you'll get it dirty").
In San Francisco there wasn't anything my eyes could actually see... but the phone caught a slight pink hue to the north around 11pm last night. An hour later, the fog rolled in and provided a much cooler scene.
The orangutan's trial has resumed and once again I'm glued to the blow-by-blow reporting by @GottaLaff. With court now in recess for lunch, it's time to post.
Taken a few weeks ago, here is a picture of one of the courtrooms at the James R. Browning Ninth Circuit Court of Appeals in San Francisco. Yes, this place is as serious as it appears here.
@kentbrew Thanks, Kent. It's Mastodon. Alt Text is the law around these parts. he says as he puts his hands on the holstered guns on his hips @GottaLaff
The court has recessed for lunch and my incoming Mastodon feed has mostly gone quiet. So I can relax, make some breakfast, and maybe do something useful around the house. But first, here are some birds on the beach for you.