Fourteen and More Sewing

 Bag 14 contained "just a note."  Daphne is always disappointed when there is just a note.  And I was a little worried too, because the just a note said to bundle up and walk down to the pub to see Big Al and the Acadians play some Dixieland Jazz.  It was about 19 degrees with a wind chill near 0.  So, we drove.  I had to let go of my original idea of a delightful winter stroll.  But that's OK.  As it turns out, I think this was my favorite activity so far. 

We got to the King's Court Tavern just in time for the first set.  We ordered delicious fish and chips (voted Best in Virginia!) and settled into our booth.  The band (above - I got this picture somewhere on the internet) played, and we ate, and it was like we were in New Orleans and London at the same time.  Daphne tapped her hands to the beat and made quite an impression on the old guys, because they all came over to talk to her after the first set.  The drummer even took her back to see his drums because she told him she had drums at home.

The best part was when Big Al himself came by and told Daphne he was really glad she came to see them, to which Daphne replied, "Well, I'm really glad the bag told us to come to see you, you see we have these bags at home and they tell us what to do and..."  And I could see a giant question mark forming over the head of Big Al, so I chimed in with some sort of small talk and we all moved on.  It was a good night out.

This morning, after dropping Daphne at school, I worked on the requested red robe with a white collar.  It is now finished:

If you do not look closely, it's a pretty OK-looking robe.  I was baffled by the instructions for the collar, so I just winged it (wung it?).  It isn't going to win any sewing awards, but Daphne will think it's just fine.  And that's what counts.

All the sewing has caused me to neglect some things in the kitchen, like the breakfast dishes, so I am off to TCB.  Coming soon:  Bag 15.  You see, we have these bags that tell us what to do...