A Memory

This photograph brings many pleasant memories of the days I spent learning how to sew.   I was a tender age of 13 or 14 years in this photo.  My mother made this dress for me.  If you look closely at the sleeves you will see the strands of pearls she placed between each puff of the sleeve.  The fabric was a black stain brocade.   I do recall this pictures place in time, before Viet Nam ended.   It wasn't but a few years after this photo that I headed to Northern California to begin my adventures as a hippie.   What fun, my boyfriend and I had.  I can't tell you how many articles I sewed for myself as well as many of the friends we lived with.