The first cloth memory was a garment that I made; a white dress with yellow polka dots (Why call them polka dots?). It had bell sleeves with a yellow facing to finish the hem of the sleeves. I remember thinking this was quite clever & stylish.
The story goes that I wanted a new dress for Easter and we could not afford to buy a new one, so I made one. (I guess we could afford the fabric& pattern) This is the first full garment that I can remember making. I do not know if I had constructed anything before this for myself. I do not remember how old I was either, but should have been at least 10-14 years old because I have a memory of me in the dress and I have glasses on which had to of been at least 7th grade.
It was made well, I had a talent of being able to read & understand how a pattern goes together. No one had given me instructions that I remember.
I am not quite sure about the cannot afford a new dress part. I suspect that was some embellishment of the story from my mother. Not that we were rich, we were working class people living in a small town in Ohio. There is no one left that would know, which is sad but freeing at the same time. I can embellish as much as I want now if I wanted. ;-)
With this dress I discovered that I was very good @doing something that my brother wasn’t. ;-) A very special moment.