01-17-2021, 02:47 PM
As a kid, and into early teens Mom made my clothes. She didnt use patterns - just looked at me, decided on the style, and started cutting. The fabric? -- feedsacks. My grandparents lived on a farm, so feedsacks were always available. In 8th grade we had "Dress up Day" each year. We had to look our best. So, of course, Mom went to work on it and made me a beautiful dress. When I got to school the teacher thought My dress was so pretty that she had me stand on top of her desk so everybody could get a good look.