Sandra was always puffed up about her fancy hats from the milliners.
No one had complimented this beauty yet, but it was a matter of time.
She knew several who would go nuts over it at church.
A crow began to savagely attack the hat on the way into the sanctuary.
By the time she got the crow off, a crowd had gathered.
All of the feathers had been plucked off.
It was no longer the beauty it had been,
but we pretended it was marvelous to help her save face.
We could laugh later, in our own homes about how pathetic it looked.
Linen ruffs and lacy cuffs
And farthingales and tassels;
Petticoats and hose and cloaks
Like those once worn in castles.
Fastenings of hooks and eyes
And buttons, strings and laces
Used instead of zippers to
Keep closed important places.
Milliners and stocking knitters,
Shoemakers and such
Pushed for authenticity
In looks and wear and touch.
Seeing Shakespeare on the stage
The way that he intended
Must have had a top-notch team
Who cut and sewed and mended.
“Twelfe Night” was magnificent.
The all-male cast impressed;
But kudos, too, to all the folk
Who got those actors dressed!