A tiny doll’s dress on a mini- mannequin is all it takes for me to recall the kind of frock which I wore as a child. In an instant I can feel the crisp, flower- printed cotton against my skin and the warm sun on my once, little girl legs. Such tender memories from so many years ago.
All the women in my family could sew and my summer dresses for myself and my dolls were made by my Grandma or Great Aunts. Often a ‘cut out and ready to sew’ kit for a new dress for me would be ordered from a magazine, such as ‘Woman’s Realm’. I can remember the thrill of choosing the colour way and then the excitement of waiting for it to arrive and be made up. There was absolute joy in wearing these special dresses with a little cardigan and a sweet bracelet.
This was one of my favourites –it was decorated with oranges and lemons.
And this one was pink and white and decorated with a dominoes print and a sweet bow. The colour of my sandals was ‘Champagne’.
Once the Cherry Blossom starts to bloom and the sun is shining and I want to dress up, I still reach for a dress with a flower print, a cardigan and a pretty bracelet and it always makes me feel great. Add a little bunch of flowers in my hand, freshly picked from the meadow or garden and I am right back where I want to be.
We may get older, but we don’t really change that much inside do we?