My Mom is quite the seamstress. Not only has she made all her kids beautiful quilts and other household linens in recent years, she even used to make us clothes when we were small.
Yup. Lucky us.
Now I realise it was another way to make ends meet during lean times in the 60's, like my Dad's homemade haircuts. But back then? Not overly thrilled.
But I still remember the clothes she made for us. The terrycloth pants with huge cuffs, the peasant-style shirts, the soft flannel pyjamas.
And I remember this red dress with the sailor collar and white lace trim.
But I don't quite recall the matching er, "scarf".
Now let me make it clear, we are NOT Ukranian. Or Russian. Or any other Eastern European nationality that requires young girls to wear babushkas. We are half English and half Irish.
So I don't exactly know why I was dressed like an 80 year old lady heading off to church. I guess I was too young and naive to point this out to my Mother at the time.
Even if I did, I wouldn't dare hurt her feelings. She worked so hard; hunched over those flimsy brown paper patterns, pinning, cutting and calling us downstairs for repeated fittings and hemming.
So don't feel sorry for me. I was just six.
But you can, if you wish, send condolences to my older sister:
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