On my jollies, that is. A week or thereabouts in Spain this time.
As I was doing a spot of ironing and folding in readiness for packing tonight, I was reminded that I'd forgotten to mention here that I actually made (yes, really) a couple of skirts to wear in Vegas. Nothing elaborate or complicated, you understand, but it did involve buying fabric (some embroidered linen and a piece from Denise) and a pattern and then cutting out and sewing on the machine. (I'd actually forgotten how to thread it).
I chose the green version - straight, calf length with a back split and elasticated waist (I'm not up to sewing in zips just yet). There's even a little label inside.
They're far from perfect but I did wear them and they didn't fall apart. So they're going in the suitcase again.
I should probably ask you not to judge my pressing skills from the photographs. I blame Russell Hobbs.