Thanks for reading and writing, Jane. You were like my mom who just couldn’t get into sewing. When I was in high school they didn’t even offer sewing or cooking classes — the modern woman era, I guess. But then started it up again in my daughter’s school years. funny. I especially like seeing my hairdos, remembering what was going on in my head when those pics were taken. I remember the feel of each of the fabrics, too. The pink suit was a very soft sweet linen that wrinkled like the dickens as soon as you sat down. I wore it on the many-hour plane ride to Italy. Very wrinkled I was by the end.