

My favorite garments have always been handmade. In 2nd grade I had a blue skirt my mother made, it had a great flare, I loved spinning around in it as the skirt draped around me, until I was dizzy. It was heartbreaking when it got too small. I still miss that skirt.
Later, I had a paisley skirt that my friend's mother made for her that she didn't like, but I treasured. I wore it until it had holes in it, and even had my mother replace the elastic in the waist once. It was my most reliable travel skirt for at least 20 years until finally I had to admit that it was unwearable.
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