The first Civil War dress I made, I ended up sewing straight pins into the waistband. I poked them out as far as I could, then cut them off with wire cutters. The pin heads are still in there, five years later.

One time when we were packing to go to a reenactment, Mister brought what he thought was flour. AFter I cooked the bacon and wanted to make some gravy, he brought me the flour bag. I dumped some in the pan to discover it was not flour, but Powdered Sugar. Now I insist on checking the food supplies before we go camping!

So far I have managed not to leave my instruments anywhere, but I reckon my time's probably coming.