"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?