So we went to the Crazy Shirt Party. I was pretty sure I wouldn’t win a prize, and I was right, but I didn’t think people would think my husband’s African shirt crazier than my Italian one. I got a couple of votes, but he came in 7th place! (Out of about 15.) The prize? A handy-dandy cell phone charger (I think it works with my future lap-top).
In this picture, and the person who took it didn’t seem to think it at all strange that we wanted two pictures–one with faces and one without, you can just see my shirt under the jacket. I didn’t wear the jacket the whole time, only when I was sitting in front of the door, but I will probably wear the combination again, even without a crazy theme.
What I really wanted you to see, though, is dug’s cool African shirt. We actually met this young man who was a student here in town and he brought over a trunkload of stuff for us to look at. His family makes it all: shirts for men, shift dresses for women, a few little decorative boxes, and loads of gorgeous jewelry. If he ever gets a web-site up, I will definitely link it, but for now, dug’s enjoying his uniqueness. And apparently so were a few people at the party.
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