Shula's look back in time posts have inspired me in some of my own remembering. Today I remember when my mum would make our clothes. Recently mum and I where packing and distributing my grandparents' things, I asked to have this photo. It's a picture of me and sister when we were younger sitting for the "loving siblings" shot that parents love to take. As you can see I found the whole process a little dubious, but my sister, God bless her, always got in on the act....she is just so cute isn't she :)
While we stood in my grandparents' slowly dissolving living room, I told mum I remembered those dresses but particularly the way the buttons felt on my finger tips - they were small red roses. It's amazing how subtle an impression can be left upon the mind. Mum, also musing on that time, remarked that she was very fond of that dress pattern. I must admit, however, that I didn't enjoy wearing it or most of our handmade outfits. I always felt that the split in the front of this dress was too low and it embarrassed me, and in general I felt a bit uncool when around other kids. I never told mum that though....now, however, I choose to remember that mum loved to makes clothes for her dear daughters and I'll cherish memory of those tiny red rose buttons.