Wednesday, March 5, 2014
|these are blocks on my design wall|
Tuesday, March 4, 2014
When I was 16, I was pretty darned hot, and I didn't even know it! Today I was cleaning out my sewing box from Junior High/High School and discovered a small remnant of red double-knit fabric that took me right back to the summer of 1974. It was from the short culottes that was part of the uniform for my first job. I think back . . . it was truly a world away from where we are now. The uniform for women (aka girls) at the Red Steer Drive Inn was white peasant blouses, with the neck tying in the front, short red culottes, and a tiny red and white vertical striped apron. When I was hired they gave me instructions to buy the materials to make the uniform. My mother and I went to the fabric store at the Collister Shopping Center to get the pattern and fabric. The ladies at the fabric store knew what we needed for the uniform needed to work at the Red Steer. I don't think the guys, who worked there, had to make their own uniforms. Because I am a slow sewer, to say the least, my mother made the blouse and culottes for me. It just occurred to me that it is the mother's responsibility to take a photo of their daughter when going off to her first job in uniform. I think my mother fell down on the job. I wish I could see what I looked like in that outfit. Maybe immature, but I am pretty sure 'hot' is the word. I was wearing that outfit and working the north window of the Main Street Red Steer the day someone was waiting for their order and heard the news on the radio that President Nixon had just resigned. I am sure he looked like hell, but I looked terrific! Of course, he was pretty old and I was 16.