I've been spring cleaning - both at home, and in the office - filing, tossing, organizing and filing. Tucked in an unmarked folder in the office, I found a pile of dress designs.
The girl had drawn them a couple of years ago - when she was a size seven - and had sent them to work with me with the instruction that I get the costume shop to make them all for her. Um, right. I can't even imagine what it would have cost to have had even one of the dresses handmade by the union ladies, though I suppose the price would have depended on just how much beading and fancy work there was. So, no dresses, just designs.
I am, though, a tiny bit wistful about the whole thing, because the costume shop is no longer. All the pins were vacuumed up, all the irons were unplugged, all the sewing machines were idled, and all the magic dissipated.
03 April 2012
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Has she read The Hundred Dresses by Eleanor Estes? (Or anything else by her... one of my favorite children's authors!)
Ooh, my favorite is the one in the center on the bottom -it makes me think of blue people in a green hot tub.
Clever girl! I would have loved to see the costume shop.
Nice to be a grama with leisure - my costume shop is still open.
Love her sense of colour.
Sounds like the only thing to do here is have YOU make her the dresses. All of them. Like, two years ago.
My favorite is the orange one all the way over in the right. The details and the magic of that dress...
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