Most of the things I still love in life could, once upon a time, be purchased at Woolworth’s, including (though not pictured here) – hot dogs wrapped in bacon, surrounded by crisp grilled buns; machine knitted lace cardigans in yarn so skinny it seemed like thread,  tiny blue bottles of Evening in Paris perfume for birthdays and Christmas, and many, many things with swans on them.  I liked to look at the embroidery kits, but mine didn’t turn out like the picture, so I lost interest.  Probably this was the beginning of my life-long addiction to the fantasy of making things, rather than the actual fun of trying out an idea.  Now I buy these things for myself, leftovers from other people’s unrealized flights of fancy.   I still like to stick to the five-and-dime budget.  Ok.  I’ll give you a dollar, but that’s as high as I go!