Such wonderful memories of grandmother in her starched “house dresses.” They normally were a pale-colored plaid, cotton blend, with a hem below the knee. Grandmother, a small woman, in wire-framed glasses, whom was kind but spoke her mind, washed her face and brushed her teeth, and put her hair into a “bun” before she greeted the kitchen – or us – each morning. God bless her.
How about the memories of dressing up just to go shopping? Going to Sears was a big deal! We didn’t have much money, but we did look respectful. There was no excuse for being dirty or messy. Manners were also highly rated!
My grandmother and mother spent hours at the sewing machine each and every spring and fall, sewing dresses, pant-suits (in the late 60’s, early 70’s), and even coats. I can still smell the fresh fabric as the steam from the iron pressed open the new seams.
I sometimes miss those special times. I’ll throw on a decent t-shirt and jeans, and sometimes a pair of flip-flops and make a quick trip to the grocery store. Yet, I sometimes miss the big a-do of shopping. Perhaps in prior times it was all about not shopping often, it really was a treat. Wasn’t it?
Can we call them vintage memories? Perhaps. I want to hear about yours!