Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Call of the Wild

The Brighton Swim Club, 1863*, weren't low class yobs.  They wore the top hats to keep their semi-nudity tasteful.
I'm back from a 2500 mile round trip with my Mijnheer and the four pledges.  It was really, really good.  We spent a lot of time at the pool (not a discrete dip into a pool, hidden behind hedges, sitting behind a stately Dutch home but at a water park...with the Middle Class...who have tattoos (Oh my stars and garters!  Ward maid Maisie would have loved it!)

Alas, I went into the wild without a Betty!  How sorry I was not to capture any (ANY) Bettys in the Wild...or did I?
Yes!  We traveled through Provo, UT on our trip and swung by our Alma Mater.  While showing the kids through the massively huge Harold B. Lee Library, I asked my husband if he thought they carried any Betty Neels.  'No way,' he said.  'And you'd never find them anyway.'  Fifteen seconds later...Seriously, I'm like a bird-dog for Betty.  They had 10 or so. 

Anyway, I'm back and our epic march to the Best of Betty will continue.  Tomorrow-ish.

 *I found this image on a great site on all things retro.