Marimo is a variety of algae that forms round balls at the bottom of some lakes

Last week I kept busy sewing and running about with my grandmother and aunt visiting from South Carolina. Ah, but how does this, if at all, connect to dear Ohio Wesleyan? During our travels we took a trip over to Delaware and made a stop into a little shop known as Captain Betty’s. Captain Betty, a lovely, eccentric woman of her late seventies who doesn’t look a day over fifty will go out of her way to make your experience in her shop a good one. Her wares, vintage clothing for men and women, are all in lovely shape, and many come with a free plethora of information. (The captain loves to talk, and her often very interesting anecdotes on the style or how its inspired something today do not bore.) Sadly you’ll have to visit Betty sometime soon, as she’s planning on taking her shop off to New York or Nashville soon, as she gets “none of the Delaware girls” in her shop; it’s a ‘city shop’ as she calls it, and most of her business seems to stem from New Yorkers from OWU, fashion designers, and other fashion-conscious individuals. We were only in search of a few items my aunt needed for her Civil War reenacting group (gloves[successful!], shoes [the pair was too small!], reticules [already packed for New York!], and handkerchiefs [found two!]). I also found a lovely vintage kimono in of red silk that is perfect for wearing with my hakama. (Okay, so it’s a little long, but the pants still lay the same, so it works and saves me from fretting over finding fabric right now.) I did have to make a small modification on it, as the tie that was sewn into it was made to have the wrong side of the kimono folded on top, so I did a quick fix, and now it’s perfect. As Betty says, she has great things. Check her out if you’re in Delaware sometime soon, even if you don’t plan on buying anything; she’s worth the visit.

Sunday my father and I attended an annual car show, I got a minor sunburn (surprise, surprise with my nigh see-through skin), Speed Racer showed up, and I was somehow coerced into dressing various dolls with a six year old. Within a couple weeks we can put the new goldfish I got him for the pond into the main pond (as long as it’s healthy and disease free, that is), thusly bringing the father’s day ‘festivities’ to a full end. The fish will stay around, of course, and the koi books, too, but that razzle-dazzle newness of the day itself probably won’t remain. I suppose that’s what next year is for.

German Word: Algae is Algen. Don’t tell me that’s not a useful term, because it definitely is.

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