I had forgotten about this photo. Stanley the cat inserted himself in the shot, and that is fine. I am wearing all used clothing, from the blouse to the sweater to the jean culottes (ebay) to the pearl (Brussels flea market). The quilt on the wall dates back to thirty years ago when I first moved to rural New England from NYC where I had bought fabric at one of the few wholesale fabric shops on Broadway that let me buy retail. Now all these shops are gone. I learned to quilt by taking a class in Windsor, Vermont, and used the New York purchased fabric. I will quilt again, it's on the list of all the post-retirement projects.