(Oh, my! For some reason my screen is red! I can't seem to make it white again. And typing on red is hard on my eyes. But I will try anyway.)
Today is Tuesday, December 20, 2011. It has been sunny most of the day. We are preparing for more Christmas festivities. Last night we had a caroling party. As a family we have gone Christmas caroling since we had very young children. We would walk from our house to the neighbors and sing carols. As the children got older they began to learn parts and by the time our youngest daughter was able to sing all the words, our carols were in four parts. The neighbors loved it.
About 4 years ago we decided to change our caroling plan. We had changed from walking to our neighbors to climbing in and out of cars as we traveled to close friends who were members of our Church. The climbing in and out was getting harder and harder. Some of us were getting older and some were babies who had to be in and out of car seats. Consulting with those friends who loved to have us come, we hit upon a new plan.
The new plan was that on Family Home Evening the Monday before Christmas we would issue a general invitation to anyone who wanted to come to our Family Home Evening. (Every Monday night we have family home evening where all the family gathers for a special time - prayer, songs, a lesson, and treats.) All our guests love it. We begin with a prayer and then we pass out the song sheets. And everybody sings. Having the words for everyone helps with the enthusiasm. The family has 3 or 4 special songs we love to harmonize on and we just say "Okay, pretend we just knocked on your door and we will now sing to you. You get to listen." And we perform. (Maybe next year we should stand but we usually just sit and sing. Interesting stereo effect.)
The family has changed over the years. The last 4 years we have had pretty much the same singers - three daughters, one son and his family - now 5 children - and the two of us. Last night our oldest son was here. He has a few days of work in our town and sang with us. A special time for all.
We always have treats, too, and last night I think that was the most popular part. Well, maybe that was second to playing the bells. A number of years ago my husband made lovely sounding bells from electrical conduit pipe. We got the directions from a friend. They had to be a certain length with a hole drilled at a certain spot for the hanging string to go through. It was a very precise length and drilling and then filing to get each pitch exactly right. They make a lovely Christmas sound and people like to try their skill at playing the music. Last night was no exception. Old and young enjoyed the experience.
I think I am about to end. And this has truly been a "babbling." I had a hard time getting the correct page to come up and I feel a bit frustrated. Anyway, that is all for the day. Last night was a joyous Christmas event.
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Monday, November 14, 2011
Home Again
Today is Monday, November 14, 2011. I can't say if it is sunny or cloudy because it is 5 AM and dark outside. I woke up about 3 AM and couldn't go back to sleep. I just decided I would get on my blog and "babble."
We left our mission in Nauvoo, Illinois, on Monday October 31. Had a wonderful trip home. Coming west at this time of year can be a challenge because of snow and winter weather but for us it was great. Our first day was sunny and beautiful as we traveled across Missouri to visit my sister and her husband. One of my neices was there to visit, too. A wonderful afternoon. We left their place about 5 PM. Stopped to view the Kansas City Temple (seems like it should be called the Liberty Temple since it is so close to Liberty) and take some pictures. The outside looks nearly finished and the Angel Moroni looks beautiful on the top. Then we went on to Lawrence, Kansas, to spend the night.
Tuesday was sunny and beautiful, too. As we approached Colorado, weather reports were for a pending storm. We had contemplated spending the night in Denver with some friends but changed our minds and decided to get past Denver before the storm hit. Denver traffic time was the most traffic we've seen for a year and a half.
Vail, Colorado, was lovely, all snowy and cold. The clouds at dusk were very picturesque. The roads were dry and it looked like a wonderful place to spend a wintery week but we passed right on through the pass and made it to Glenwood Springs about 8 PM in the dark. Driving in the dark is not for us anymore as we are older and less capable of seeing well in the dark with lights shining in our eyes.
We stopped at the first motel we saw - a beautiful Ramada Inn. We had not made a supper stop and when we asked about a place to eat the desk clerk said they had a cafe downstairs. Yessir! That's just what we wanted. Can you believe a bacon and tomato sandwich that was the tastiest we've ever had (except maybe a homemade one)? It hit the spot.
When we woke up, the ground was covered with white, fluffy snow, maybe 3 inches. And the car was all snowy. The roads were wet but not icy. It was like a winter fairyland. After breakfast downstairs, we hit the road to the west. We had traveled maybe an hour or two when we left the wet, snowy area and came out into the sun with dry roads. Sunny all the way to Salem, Utah.
We made several stops along the way. After about two hours of traveling I always need to use the bathroom. The bathroom stop near the highway to Moab, Utah, was interesting. It's called Crescent Junction, painted in a bright yellow with purple and green trim. And, of course, noted for it's bathroom. A sign on the wall inside says "Extra bathroom, out the back door. Third (or is it Second?) bush on the left." And all around the bathroom area are pictures of people who have stopped to use the bathroom. Pretty cute! I had to buy something - couldn't use the bathroom without buying something. I got a small bag of Trail Mix - big deal. How can a person stay in business with the purchase of a small bag of Trail Mix?
In Helper, Utah, we stopped to have some lunch - a cute place in a cute town. It was called Balance Rock Eatery. Large library tables with comfy padded library chairs. Food was good, decor was sort of antiquey with lots of sunflowers and pumpkins. On our way from the parking place to the eatery, we passed a second hand store with a huge box of baskets selling for 25c each. I can't pass up a box of baskets - only bought two. Didn't have much more room in our fully packed van. Of course, Glen has to tease me about my baskets.
Arrived in Salem about 3 to be greeted by the whole family. Oh, what joy! To have such a wonderful family and to be able to rest a few days in one spot before heading home to California.
More about the rest of the trip later. This thing is long enough. Bye for now.
We left our mission in Nauvoo, Illinois, on Monday October 31. Had a wonderful trip home. Coming west at this time of year can be a challenge because of snow and winter weather but for us it was great. Our first day was sunny and beautiful as we traveled across Missouri to visit my sister and her husband. One of my neices was there to visit, too. A wonderful afternoon. We left their place about 5 PM. Stopped to view the Kansas City Temple (seems like it should be called the Liberty Temple since it is so close to Liberty) and take some pictures. The outside looks nearly finished and the Angel Moroni looks beautiful on the top. Then we went on to Lawrence, Kansas, to spend the night.
Tuesday was sunny and beautiful, too. As we approached Colorado, weather reports were for a pending storm. We had contemplated spending the night in Denver with some friends but changed our minds and decided to get past Denver before the storm hit. Denver traffic time was the most traffic we've seen for a year and a half.
Vail, Colorado, was lovely, all snowy and cold. The clouds at dusk were very picturesque. The roads were dry and it looked like a wonderful place to spend a wintery week but we passed right on through the pass and made it to Glenwood Springs about 8 PM in the dark. Driving in the dark is not for us anymore as we are older and less capable of seeing well in the dark with lights shining in our eyes.
We stopped at the first motel we saw - a beautiful Ramada Inn. We had not made a supper stop and when we asked about a place to eat the desk clerk said they had a cafe downstairs. Yessir! That's just what we wanted. Can you believe a bacon and tomato sandwich that was the tastiest we've ever had (except maybe a homemade one)? It hit the spot.
When we woke up, the ground was covered with white, fluffy snow, maybe 3 inches. And the car was all snowy. The roads were wet but not icy. It was like a winter fairyland. After breakfast downstairs, we hit the road to the west. We had traveled maybe an hour or two when we left the wet, snowy area and came out into the sun with dry roads. Sunny all the way to Salem, Utah.
We made several stops along the way. After about two hours of traveling I always need to use the bathroom. The bathroom stop near the highway to Moab, Utah, was interesting. It's called Crescent Junction, painted in a bright yellow with purple and green trim. And, of course, noted for it's bathroom. A sign on the wall inside says "Extra bathroom, out the back door. Third (or is it Second?) bush on the left." And all around the bathroom area are pictures of people who have stopped to use the bathroom. Pretty cute! I had to buy something - couldn't use the bathroom without buying something. I got a small bag of Trail Mix - big deal. How can a person stay in business with the purchase of a small bag of Trail Mix?
In Helper, Utah, we stopped to have some lunch - a cute place in a cute town. It was called Balance Rock Eatery. Large library tables with comfy padded library chairs. Food was good, decor was sort of antiquey with lots of sunflowers and pumpkins. On our way from the parking place to the eatery, we passed a second hand store with a huge box of baskets selling for 25c each. I can't pass up a box of baskets - only bought two. Didn't have much more room in our fully packed van. Of course, Glen has to tease me about my baskets.
Arrived in Salem about 3 to be greeted by the whole family. Oh, what joy! To have such a wonderful family and to be able to rest a few days in one spot before heading home to California.
More about the rest of the trip later. This thing is long enough. Bye for now.
Sunday, August 14, 2011
O What A Beautiful Mornin'
Today is Sunday, August 14 2011. The sun is shining beautifully and it is not too hot here in Nauvoo, Illinois. And I am singin' "O What A Beautiful Mornin". That is one of my all time favorite songs.
And it is a daughter's birthday today. We'd love to be with her but here we are serving a Mission for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in beautiful Nauvoo.
In Relief Society today we were talking about families and the things we can do to help keep our family ties strong and teach correct principles. Glen had wonderful parents who taught him well and my mother was a wonderful teacher for me. She taught me to be honest and to work hard and to love the Lord and obey His commandments. Mother especially loved the stories from the Old Testament. We had a big book called Hulberts Stories of the Bible. However, Mother knew most of the Old Testament stories so well that she could tell them as well as that Big Old Story Book.
One of her favorites and the one that offered her the most comfort in the days after my father divorced her was the story of Elijah and the widow. A widow was out gathering sticks to make a fire to make the last little cake for herself and her son. It was all the meal she had left and then they would die. Elijah asked her to make a little cake for him. She told him that she would share what she had. From that time on the barrel never emptied and she and her son were blessed.
Mother felt that if she did what the Lord wanted her to that somehow she and I would be blessed. And it was true. We were. I will ever be grateful for the faith of my dear mother. I hope my children and grandchildren will know that I, too, have strong faith. I pray that they will develop strong testimonies of the truth, that they will keep the commandments, and build strong relationships with all of us who try to do that, too. We need to help one another.
Glen would share the same counsel. He has many stories to share about his parents and his growing up days. His father was a Bishop for 20 years and had great faith and conviction. And his mother was stalwart and true and supportive to that wonderful husband she had. I loved them both and am very grateful for what they taught all seven of their sons. Such a wonderful family.
We want to be an example for our chidren, our grandchildren, and all who come after us.
May this day be wonderful for you. That's all I want to say for today.
And it is a daughter's birthday today. We'd love to be with her but here we are serving a Mission for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in beautiful Nauvoo.
In Relief Society today we were talking about families and the things we can do to help keep our family ties strong and teach correct principles. Glen had wonderful parents who taught him well and my mother was a wonderful teacher for me. She taught me to be honest and to work hard and to love the Lord and obey His commandments. Mother especially loved the stories from the Old Testament. We had a big book called Hulberts Stories of the Bible. However, Mother knew most of the Old Testament stories so well that she could tell them as well as that Big Old Story Book.
One of her favorites and the one that offered her the most comfort in the days after my father divorced her was the story of Elijah and the widow. A widow was out gathering sticks to make a fire to make the last little cake for herself and her son. It was all the meal she had left and then they would die. Elijah asked her to make a little cake for him. She told him that she would share what she had. From that time on the barrel never emptied and she and her son were blessed.
Mother felt that if she did what the Lord wanted her to that somehow she and I would be blessed. And it was true. We were. I will ever be grateful for the faith of my dear mother. I hope my children and grandchildren will know that I, too, have strong faith. I pray that they will develop strong testimonies of the truth, that they will keep the commandments, and build strong relationships with all of us who try to do that, too. We need to help one another.
Glen would share the same counsel. He has many stories to share about his parents and his growing up days. His father was a Bishop for 20 years and had great faith and conviction. And his mother was stalwart and true and supportive to that wonderful husband she had. I loved them both and am very grateful for what they taught all seven of their sons. Such a wonderful family.
We want to be an example for our chidren, our grandchildren, and all who come after us.
May this day be wonderful for you. That's all I want to say for today.
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Comments! WOW!
After days and days of not getting on my blog (lack of info on my part - about my blogging address), I finally figured out what to do and the blog has some new features. Or at least, new to me. And I can click on comments and read your wonderful comments about my older blogs. What fun! Sorry I missed them before. To my children - you are all so good and complimentary to your Mother. Just made my day so bright and wonderful. Thank you very much.
I just have to comment about recipes. In the last few weeks we have been to several lectures about South American history. I have been quite impressed with the knowledge of the speakers and have said to myself that I am very dumb. I know very little about very few things. Then I started thinking about what I should learn. Well, where can you go with that? I directed my thoughts to what I am interested in - well, music for one thing - but over and over I think about how much time and how much I like reading recipes. And to think that I have passed it on to the next generation. I DO like to cook but not as much as I like to READ recipes.
Here in Nauvoo, there is a lady who has a kitchen store. It's a fun place to visit. She sells kitchen gadgets as well as dried foods, spices, candies, etc. Her husband told us she wants to open a bigger store so she can display her collection of cookbooks. She has over 2000. Oh my, I thought I had a lot. Nothing compared to her collection.
Well, when I figure out what I want to become an expert on, I will let you know.
I just have to comment about recipes. In the last few weeks we have been to several lectures about South American history. I have been quite impressed with the knowledge of the speakers and have said to myself that I am very dumb. I know very little about very few things. Then I started thinking about what I should learn. Well, where can you go with that? I directed my thoughts to what I am interested in - well, music for one thing - but over and over I think about how much time and how much I like reading recipes. And to think that I have passed it on to the next generation. I DO like to cook but not as much as I like to READ recipes.
Here in Nauvoo, there is a lady who has a kitchen store. It's a fun place to visit. She sells kitchen gadgets as well as dried foods, spices, candies, etc. Her husband told us she wants to open a bigger store so she can display her collection of cookbooks. She has over 2000. Oh my, I thought I had a lot. Nothing compared to her collection.
Well, when I figure out what I want to become an expert on, I will let you know.
A Letter To My Grandchildren
July 24, 2011 - Today in Relief Society our teacher challenged us to write a letter to our grandchildren about something in our life - she suggested that we do it one thing at a time. That way our grandchildren would not have to wait until we die to know what it was like in "olden times." I decided to accept her challenge and write something.
I never saw a TV until I was about 12 years old (maybe I was older, I can't remember for sure.) Not very many people had a TV and we didn't feel we could afford one. There was only Mother and me. Remember, my father had divorced her and my two older sisters had gone with my father and his new wife. We didn't have a telephone - to save on expenses, and we didn't have a newspaper. When Mother and I would go to the movie there was a newsreel that told us about current events and there was always a Disney cartoon before the feature film.
We had a little radio about the size of the large set of Scriptures we have now. On Sunday afternoon we could listen to "The Shadow," "House of Mystery," and "The Green Hornet." We could also listen to "The Lone Ranger." Then Mother decided to buy a TV. The screen was about the size of a piece of computer paper and it was all in black and white. No color. We had two channels. My favorite TV show was "Our Miss Brooks."
The TV station signed on in the morning at 8 AM with a little song and signed off at 10 PM with the national anthem.
When I listened to the radio, I saw everything in my mind in color. But when those same programs came on TV, they were only black and white. I liked it better to listen to them on the radio when I saw everything in color.
Can you imagine watching TV in only black and white? Now everything is in living color. Have fun watching TV. Love, Grandma
I never saw a TV until I was about 12 years old (maybe I was older, I can't remember for sure.) Not very many people had a TV and we didn't feel we could afford one. There was only Mother and me. Remember, my father had divorced her and my two older sisters had gone with my father and his new wife. We didn't have a telephone - to save on expenses, and we didn't have a newspaper. When Mother and I would go to the movie there was a newsreel that told us about current events and there was always a Disney cartoon before the feature film.
We had a little radio about the size of the large set of Scriptures we have now. On Sunday afternoon we could listen to "The Shadow," "House of Mystery," and "The Green Hornet." We could also listen to "The Lone Ranger." Then Mother decided to buy a TV. The screen was about the size of a piece of computer paper and it was all in black and white. No color. We had two channels. My favorite TV show was "Our Miss Brooks."
The TV station signed on in the morning at 8 AM with a little song and signed off at 10 PM with the national anthem.
When I listened to the radio, I saw everything in my mind in color. But when those same programs came on TV, they were only black and white. I liked it better to listen to them on the radio when I saw everything in color.
Can you imagine watching TV in only black and white? Now everything is in living color. Have fun watching TV. Love, Grandma
Friday, April 22, 2011
This Electronic World - Oh My!
Today is Friday, April 22, 2011. It is too early to know if the sun is shining or if we will have rain.
It has been a long time since I wrote anything and I decided I wanted to this morning. And what a challenge I have had to get to this point in this electronic world that I think I understand and then don't. It used to be very easy to log onto the computer, click on favorites, bring up my blog and "Create a new blog." I don't know how it all happens but now I have to do all kinds of clicking and asking myself the question, "What have I done that I shouldn't have done?" or "How is this different than the last time I logged on?" But, YEAH, at last I got to the place where I could just click on Create a New Blog and it is all good.
We just made a short trip to Arkansas to visit one of our sons and his family. The Temple in Nauvoo is closed for two weeks. The second week of that time we will be helping the new Temple missionaries but the first week we could do whatever we wanted. Several couples went to visit Kirtland. Others went home or to visit relatives somewhere here in the Midwest. We decided it was a good time to go to Arkansas.
We had a beautiful day to travel on Monday - not totally sunny but warm and pleasant. We left home about 6 AM and got to their place by 4 PM. A long stop for lunch in Houston, Missouri, at Miller's Grill. A nice steak - lunch time special. The scenery over Missouri and Arkansas at this time of year always makes me a little homesick for Missouri green hills. I love to look out over the farmland with the big white houses and barns. Of course, if I lived in Missouri, it would not be on one of those beautiful farms, but I can dream, can't I?
At their place, I love to look out the windows into the forest of trees that surround their home. They now have a front porch - well, just the floor of it - to sit on and soak in all that greenery. (It will be a wonderful porch when it is all finished.)
Our grandchildren are growing up. Their oldest daughter graduates in May. One son is a Junior, the next son goes into 9th grade (High school where they live) and the youngest daughter will be in 7th grade. The time has flown by. This week was Senior Prom and there was much excitement as the two oldest prepared for that. They have a busy life. They are mostly well and happy with all their busy-ness. The oldest son is on a mission in Arizona and they got an e-mail from him while we were there. We loved being with them for a few days.
Thursday, we traveled home - well, home to Nauvoo. Another beautiful day for traveling. Had lunch somewhere along the way and arrived at our apartment before dark.
Of course, the first thing to do after we unpacked the car was to check with this electronic world of e-mail and blogging to check up on what we had missed in the world outside the little realm in Arkansas. What an amazing time to live! Glen's brother and his wife have a new blog about their mission call to Romania and have posted wonderful pictures of their family- children and grandchildren - telling them goodbye. If it weren't for this electronic world, I wouldn't be able to keep acquainted with them. What an amazing time to live!
I need to go use some other amazing electronic things like the washing machine, the vacuum cleaner, and the oven, before the day is gone. Once again, I repeat, THIS ELECTRONIC WORLD - Oh My! That's all for today.
It has been a long time since I wrote anything and I decided I wanted to this morning. And what a challenge I have had to get to this point in this electronic world that I think I understand and then don't. It used to be very easy to log onto the computer, click on favorites, bring up my blog and "Create a new blog." I don't know how it all happens but now I have to do all kinds of clicking and asking myself the question, "What have I done that I shouldn't have done?" or "How is this different than the last time I logged on?" But, YEAH, at last I got to the place where I could just click on Create a New Blog and it is all good.
We just made a short trip to Arkansas to visit one of our sons and his family. The Temple in Nauvoo is closed for two weeks. The second week of that time we will be helping the new Temple missionaries but the first week we could do whatever we wanted. Several couples went to visit Kirtland. Others went home or to visit relatives somewhere here in the Midwest. We decided it was a good time to go to Arkansas.
We had a beautiful day to travel on Monday - not totally sunny but warm and pleasant. We left home about 6 AM and got to their place by 4 PM. A long stop for lunch in Houston, Missouri, at Miller's Grill. A nice steak - lunch time special. The scenery over Missouri and Arkansas at this time of year always makes me a little homesick for Missouri green hills. I love to look out over the farmland with the big white houses and barns. Of course, if I lived in Missouri, it would not be on one of those beautiful farms, but I can dream, can't I?
At their place, I love to look out the windows into the forest of trees that surround their home. They now have a front porch - well, just the floor of it - to sit on and soak in all that greenery. (It will be a wonderful porch when it is all finished.)
Our grandchildren are growing up. Their oldest daughter graduates in May. One son is a Junior, the next son goes into 9th grade (High school where they live) and the youngest daughter will be in 7th grade. The time has flown by. This week was Senior Prom and there was much excitement as the two oldest prepared for that. They have a busy life. They are mostly well and happy with all their busy-ness. The oldest son is on a mission in Arizona and they got an e-mail from him while we were there. We loved being with them for a few days.
Thursday, we traveled home - well, home to Nauvoo. Another beautiful day for traveling. Had lunch somewhere along the way and arrived at our apartment before dark.
Of course, the first thing to do after we unpacked the car was to check with this electronic world of e-mail and blogging to check up on what we had missed in the world outside the little realm in Arkansas. What an amazing time to live! Glen's brother and his wife have a new blog about their mission call to Romania and have posted wonderful pictures of their family- children and grandchildren - telling them goodbye. If it weren't for this electronic world, I wouldn't be able to keep acquainted with them. What an amazing time to live!
I need to go use some other amazing electronic things like the washing machine, the vacuum cleaner, and the oven, before the day is gone. Once again, I repeat, THIS ELECTRONIC WORLD - Oh My! That's all for today.
Saturday, January 8, 2011
First Snow plus other thoughts
Today is Saturday, January 8, 2011. The sun is shining but it is 4 degrees. It snowed most of the day yesterday. I wanted to write then but could not get on this site for some darn reason. My computer kept telling me I did not have the correct user name or password. I tried all the little crazy words they gave me to enter. Still no good results. Today I did the same thing and I got the same message. After about the third try my blog finally came up. What's the problem? I guess I will never know. Oh, well! A part of this world of technology.
Now about the snow from yesterday. The snow fall was beautiful. Big puffy flakes falling slowly and softly. After the snow stops it gets very cold. There is not much wind today. That's good, because the wind makes it even colder. This is the first snowfall of 2011 here in Nauvoo, Illinois, and the blanket of white makes the place look beautiful and sparkly when the sun shines.
Now on to other thoughts. I just finished brushing my teeth and everytime I go into our bathroom I see the bright colored wash rags I bought at Walmart several months ago. I love the bright colors. They attracted my eye immediately in the store and I just dropped them into my basket. The first one we used made the water blue. I said to myself, "I bet they came from Pakistan." Sure enough! That's what the label said. Well, we lived in Faisilabad for awhile and loved all the beautiful fabrics and bright colors we saw there.
Faisilabad is listed in the encyclopedia as the textile capital of the world. There are shops and shops of lovely fabric all over the town. The bolts of cloth go from floor to ceiling and the young men who work in the shops pull out the bolt you want to look at. Then they furl about three yards for you to see just how it would look when it was made into a shalwar kamiz. The young men develop quite a dramatic style.
Only challenge is that the colors are not color fast. One of the college students we knew in Faisilabad was trying to develop a formula for colorfast material. I told him that in the United States we had lots of color fast material and surely there was some was that formula could be shared.
What I want to know is? If Walmart is selling fabrics from Pakistan, isn't there a way they could help them get that formula? It would be so wonderful for people everywhere. And I would feel so happy to see that "color fast" label on those Pakistani products.
I must remind myself to read the labels before I do my impulse buying.
That's all for today.
Now about the snow from yesterday. The snow fall was beautiful. Big puffy flakes falling slowly and softly. After the snow stops it gets very cold. There is not much wind today. That's good, because the wind makes it even colder. This is the first snowfall of 2011 here in Nauvoo, Illinois, and the blanket of white makes the place look beautiful and sparkly when the sun shines.
Now on to other thoughts. I just finished brushing my teeth and everytime I go into our bathroom I see the bright colored wash rags I bought at Walmart several months ago. I love the bright colors. They attracted my eye immediately in the store and I just dropped them into my basket. The first one we used made the water blue. I said to myself, "I bet they came from Pakistan." Sure enough! That's what the label said. Well, we lived in Faisilabad for awhile and loved all the beautiful fabrics and bright colors we saw there.
Faisilabad is listed in the encyclopedia as the textile capital of the world. There are shops and shops of lovely fabric all over the town. The bolts of cloth go from floor to ceiling and the young men who work in the shops pull out the bolt you want to look at. Then they furl about three yards for you to see just how it would look when it was made into a shalwar kamiz. The young men develop quite a dramatic style.
Only challenge is that the colors are not color fast. One of the college students we knew in Faisilabad was trying to develop a formula for colorfast material. I told him that in the United States we had lots of color fast material and surely there was some was that formula could be shared.
What I want to know is? If Walmart is selling fabrics from Pakistan, isn't there a way they could help them get that formula? It would be so wonderful for people everywhere. And I would feel so happy to see that "color fast" label on those Pakistani products.
I must remind myself to read the labels before I do my impulse buying.
That's all for today.
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