In Atlanta we visited the Margaret Mitchell House and Museum, given my long term fascination with Gone with the Wind (movie and book). We toured her tiny little flat (restored) with a group of fascinated Japanese tourists - although nothing had been hers, apart from some framed photographs, it looked suitably period. The museum also now has the oil painting of Vivien Leigh as Scarlett used in the movie:
Even if I had to use a corset (heaven forbid!), I would not have a 17" wist, and particularly not after a surfeit of Shrimps n' grits, flounder, she-crab soup, and fried green tomatoes during the holiday:
I found that I really like good quality grits - though, sometimes, they can remind one of tapioca, so wouldn't be to everyones taste! Even the desserts were heavenly: sweet and salted brownie and a red velvet cake...
I think my waistband is closer to this cutie than to Mitchell's Southern heroine (neon sign in Charleston, a place for another tasty favourite 'pulled pork' and BBQ ribs):
slow stitching reflections
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