Home-made ClothesDear Gramma-- She was a gifted seamstress and she once had her own sewing business. She was famous in her little town for the shirts that she would make for dancing competitions. They were considered to be lucky by all the dancers in the town-- so she had a good little business. Growing up, my mom used to make me and my little sister matching dresses-- which I hated-- the fact that they were matching, and my little sister loved it! My little sister would wait to see what dress that I was going to wear that Sunday and then she would go put on the matching one. I don't know why but I hated that. One Sunday I got this idea that I was going to put on a dress and switch dresses at the very last minute. True to form, my sister waited to see which one I was going to wear. She put on the matching one. Being the brat that I was, I waited until my dad was calling us to go to the car so that we could leave for church. Waiting for my unsuspecting lil' sis to go first to the car, I ran back to our room and switched my dress. When I showed up in my unique dress, needles to say, she was really mad. Lil' sis got duped, bless her heart.
So we always had home-made dresses. Mom would let us pick the fabric and the pattern, so we were really excited! Down the road, as Gramma got to the point where she decided that she didn't need to sew from a pattern-- she would see the dresses that my mom would make and try to copy them (no pattern). Well, it didn't work out so well even though her heart was in the right place-- the ill-fitting, khaki brown dress with the world map on it wasn't something that a preteen wanted to wear. So with strings coming off the dress and puckers in the seams, I would try to like it, but it wasn't going to happen. She was mad because I "never wore what [she] made". So, home-made dresses were a huge part of my up-bringing.