I love Oklahoma the Musical. My mum played musicals on our record player when I was small. It was in a shiny burgundy case with some kind of cream textured decoration. The case was a square barely bigger than an LP and maybe 20cm high. It had a cream handle that slipped out so you could carry it about. We must have listened to records all day, because I never remember not knowing the tunes and at least some of the words.
It is too hot for words, hot and humid. I am about to water the Labradors with the hose again, because the water in the paddle pool has gone past warm to bath temperature. It's 30 inside and we are grateful that there is a cool breeze at last. Just two more days of this and then we can look forward to the low 20s. The children and teachers are so hot at school. The Powers That Be should have remembered that we always get our hottest weather in February. We used to go back to school in the last week of February, but they have fiddled and faddled about so much that now it's the first week and everyone has to be hotter than hot. You can't learn when it is too hot.
Anyway, I am wearing my very wearable toile. Only one strap is pinned correctly, and the top and skirt are just basted together. It still needs proper lining, and maybe the back darts need adjusting to be larger. And I don't need a zip, which is a bonus. And my dress is so cool to wear. I love it. I am going to make another one. People of the World will be forced to look at my arms and legs.
I'm also going to have to do up the inside gate more carefully, as this is what greeted me when I came home yesterday: two happy Labradors at the outside gate!!