Every time the Gala comes around, I dust off the one good dress I own, put it on, then get grumpy that it doesn’t have pockets for my stuff. I don’t have a nice purse to carry things in, though I have taken my old crummy purses before. I’ve often thought of buying a dressy clutch purse – something that could maybe hold my phone and camera, and perhaps
money for the cash bar some other little things.
Pretty clutches are too thin for cameras, but y’know what’s not?
Specifically, a recorder box from a German recorder factory that usually holds the soprano recorder that Lloyd purchased in 1990. The very soprano recorder that has not been played in perhaps 10 years. Fipple flute out, my junk in – I’m ready to gala.
It worked. I think I’ll have a problem next year if I get a new phone, though – unless I get this one like Molly Bassett’s! It’s sooooo cute!
If I get an iPhone, I might have to get a clarinet case.