We so wanted to go to Kansas City for Thanksgiving, but with Covid running rampant, Don and I just stayed home. So it was just the two of us, and it didn't feel right. But . . . doing dishes and cooking was a breeze.
The thought of not decorating the table, skipping the stuffed turkey, and bailing on the persimmon pudding was just not of interest to me, so we did the whole shabang. I did skip the potatoes and sweet potatoes, as neither of us need those calories, but we made up for it with the dressing. Oh my - it was extra good this year.
When I was growing up, we always dressed for Thanksgiving dinner, and we usually do at our house, too - though sometimes it just doesn't work out. This year, however, since it was just the two of us, we did. Before Mom passed away, she had woven some white material for me to make a dress. I was not comfortable sewing such beautifully woven cloth, so before she died, I found a seamstress to begin the dress. Unfortunately, it did not get done for a number of years, because I kept putting on weight, taking off weight, putting on weight, the seamstress moved . . . a whole host of things. But about five years ago, we managed to finish the dress. And it was beautiful. But the lining felt wonky because I had put on a few pounds, and I never wore it.
Since I have lost quite a bit of weight, I decided to try the dress on to see how it fit. And it was perfect. So I knew what I was going to wear for Thanksgiving dinner. With my mom's turquoise necklace, it was just the thing. I made sure not to spill gravy on it, and before I did the dishes, I changed out of it. It is the first dress I have worn in way too long, but I really liked it.
Don and I are so grateful for the many blessings we have, and Thanksgiving Day was another one of those.
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