Saturday, April 16, 2016
Tender Years: Nice, New & Store Bought
"A grownup is a child with layers on." - Woody Harrelson
Peeling back the layers.
As I have mentioned before, Mama sewed the majority of my clothes as I was coming up. So I always thought it was a special treat to get a store bought garment. It wasn't until my later teen years that I realized the clothes Mama made were made better than the store bought. No unfinished edges. Her sewing skill far surpassed most of my friends mothers abilities. But today, I am remembering a couple of store bought memories.#
One, was a a plastic multicolored skirt attached to a bodice. A very now and happening little outfit, like a go-go girl would wear. I received this dress from either Sarah or Edna, when we were living on Cooks Road. Proved to be hot, sticky and uncomfortable to wear, but I remember the excitement upon seeing it.
Another memory is when two of Daddy's sisters blew into town. I say it that way, because Elana lived in Oakland, CA and Mitzie lived in Las Vegas, NV. They'd team up and fly in together once a year or so to visit family. When they came, it was always a whirl wind of excitement and activity. One year, after they arrived, nothing would do them but they take Clayon's daughter shopping downtown. I remember they bought me a silky baby blue pajama set, matching silky, quilted robe and houseslippers with blue feathers across the top. I felt like the Queen of Sheba! Certainly nothing fire proof about the outfit, I remember later Mama warning me repeatedly not to stand too close to the gas space heater in my robe. Finally, one day I got in a little too close and melted a big patch of my quilted, slinky robe.
What about you?
Homemade or store bought?
Ever lived with gas space heaters?