My beautiful young wife was a volunteer at the local church pre-school, years ago. It was the Fall Festival and all the volunteers were assigned booths for the kids to dunk for apples or find toys and win small prizes. The Festival was the church’s version of Trick or Treating without the goblins or scary costumes.

My wife was dressed as a Maid of Honor from old English period, I suppose you would say. She just wore a silk dress from the Thrift Store and had her hair done up with small flowers. She looked more like a hippie than someone from Old England, but it was a last-minute costume choice. The dress did not fit too well. It had a wide and low-cut neckline and the dress was a bit too large for her. She pinned it in several places to keep it on and went to the festival. I did not see her in it prior to my arrival to the event.