Well, the weekend before last my parents came up to Niagara Falls at night, and my father gave me a woolen overcoat he bought in Scotland some fifty years ago. It fits beautifully over both of my kilt jackets. Now I need some weather nasty enough to call for wearing it.

Last weekend we celebrated Christmas, and other than time with the family (and away from the neighbors), I had time to work on my latest handsewn and a set of scissors from my parents.