YELLOW DRESS
The whirr
of Mum’s Singer was a constant rhythm as I played on the rag rug, sorting her
buttons, so naturally I chose Needlework at school.
We progressed
agonisingly slowly from aprons to peg-bags to pencil-cases with concealed zips,
but finally we were allowed to make a dress for the end-of-term social. I
bought bright yellow cotton - although Miss Clutterbuck thought ‘young girls
should wear pastels’.
In the
evenings, to the heady rhythms of ‘Six-Five Special’, I sewed a shirt-waister
with huge black buttons from Mum’s button-box, and at the social I glowed like
a sunflower – a pastel wallflower no longer.
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This week's photo prompt for Friday Fictioneers plunged me into reminiscence and nostalgia, so thanks to Sandra Crook for the photo and Rochelle for hosting us so indefatiguably on her blog https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/
I shall be in Northern Ireland over the next few days with family, so please don't be offended if I am slow to respond to your comments. Oh, and I must extend a warm welcome to Perry who became my 100th 'follower' this week. :)
