Last year I wrote a post introducing my Great-Aunt Mayme and then another one in honor of her 95th birthday. When I was in the 8th grade (and there really isn’t any need to mention how many years ago that was, now is there?) Aunt Mayme made me a felt poodle skirt for a drill team performance. Although I hardly consider myself a pack rat, it’s an item with which I’ve never been able to part. Our homeschool group’s father/daughter dance this year has a sock-hop theme and my 11-year-old daughter is already dreaming of that evening and what she’ll wear. She was so excited today when I told her about the poodle skirt that I had worn when I wasn’t much older than she is. It took me less than a minute to find it.