Was she ever mad at me!

I want to go back to another story, me at age 12. Back to my Mom and Dad again. Seems as though they were always gone again! They had gone shopping and came home with this beautiful burnt orange flat crepe material, pattern, thread and all to make me a dress.

Then they left again, going somewhere. Well, that was all I needed. I got the pattern out and read all the directions. I thought, "I can do this!" Aren't kids crazy? Anyway, I laid the material out and put the pattern on it, as instructed.

I had just finished cutting and had it all ready to start sewing when in walked Mom and Dad! Was she ever mad at me! Her words to me were, verbatim, "Young lady, you started this, you are going to finish it, and you are going to wear it!"

I did just that, and I loved that dress! You know, I don't think she ever made a thing for me after that. That same year, in seventh grade, I took home economics. When all the other kids were hemming tea towels, I was making a blouse. I think, at least that year, I was the teacher's pet.