I have read with interest and amusement the offerings of your Betty-inspired alter-egos to my Virtual Baby Shower. I particularly find myself partial to Betty van den Betsy's offer to be Sarah Fletcher (cooking, fetching and carrying...). My only question is, how soon can you come?
Though it wouldn't be exactly kosher for the expectant mother to participate, I wanted to log on as The Vogue Model in the Gold Lame Pantsuit. I would trip in on ridiculous, flimsy heels all unaware that my offering, Good Bourbon...for teething, would be viewed with raised eyebrows and mild outrage. My days would be numbered but I would mean well.
But on to the Shower of Knitted Goods! What? Yes, Bettys. I was showered with other things as well but Betty Kylene (who devotes whole seasons to knitting) and her ally, my friend Paula (a Ward-maid Maisie if Maisie were interested in fashioning period-correct Oregon Trail garb (down to hand made corsets and corded petticoats!) in her off hours), rained their bounty on my head.
Since La Neels was so interested in knit-wear, I HAD to show it off:
the most hard-fought battle at The Uncrushable Jersey Dress short of whether The Hasty Marriage is the BEST Betty book (yes, yes it is--no throwing things Betty JoDee!) or the worst. Baby turbans? Okay, maybe. Of course, it helped that Betty Debbie's grandson (secure in his awesomeness) was happy to model it and win us over.
The Wild Swans. She hoped that her littlest pledge was not stuck with a bird foot forever...