First Date

Thank you for reading my 3rd installment of fictional stories. If you love this dress as much as I do please check it out here.

Dear Diary,
Tonight is the night, I finally am going on a date with George Dunning. He is so dreamy with his wavy hair and sparkling green eyes. I could just sit and stare at him all day long. Susan doesn’t think he is attractive at all but she is dating Eddy who I think is just adorable, not date-able but adorable nonetheless. Plus George is super smart, he is at the top of our class and I keep hoping he will end up being my partner in science class just so I can pass the class.
English and P.E classes I enjoy but science and math are so boring, my math teacher Mrs. Thomas really knows her stuff but her voice is so monotone it puts me to sleep within minutes of her starting to explain a problem.

Back to my date with George, I decided to wear my lucky brown knit dress with the dark brown pom-pom off the collar. It is my lucky dress since that was the dress I was wearing when he called to ask me out and it is the dress I was wearing when I found $5.00 in the parking lot of the grocery store. Mama doesn’t know I found $5.00 so I am saving it to buy her a special birthday present next month. I am thinking of wearing my hair up just in case he puts his arm around my shoulders my hair won’t get pulled, those kinds of things are important think ahead of. Who knows he just might try to kiss me, oh how I hope he does.
Mama said not to let him get fresh on a first date and that we need to learn about each other first. What is there to know, he is dreamy, drives a beat up truck to school every day. He brings his sister and brother to the middle school before coming to the high school every day. So I know he is a good brother, I see him drive his Mama to the grocery store and to church every Sunday. They go to the church across from the diner Papa likes to take us to after church once a month, I don’t particularly like their food but I go just for the chance to see George one extra day a month.

Oh look at the time, I need to get dressed and do my hair.
I’ll tell you all about my date tomorrow, eek I’m excited!

Patty

Thank you for reading First Date, I hope you enjoyed this short story. If you enjoy what I am writing please leave a comment and share this post with your friends.

Until next time

~Kristen

Sailor Girl

In another installment of story time. A fictional story I made up about a dress I have in my shop.

Just like the yellow sister dresses I found this pretty sailor girl dress at a flea market, I instantly fell in love with it and made sure it came home with me. This pretty is already listed in my shop, you can check out the listing here.

Sailor Girl

Daddy just bought a yacht much to Mama’s dismay, she told him not to but he never listens and buys what he wants. A new boat means new boating clothes and Mama ever the proper one made sure I was dressed in the best. She found my new sailor dress at Lazarus on a freshly brought in rack of clothes. I do have to say of all the sailor dresses I’ve had to wear this is my favorite. It is an off white dress with blue trim and red sailor knot bow in the front, plus the fabric is this so I won’t be too hot out in the sun. Mama said it was A Kate Greenaway Keepsake dress, I don’t know who that is but I hear she is a great designer of children’s clothes and Mama said I should be honored to wear one of her creations. I mean it is a nice dress and all but it is still just a dress. Now my friend Betty, her Mama sews all of her clothes and she always has the best looking dresses in school well at least I think so.

Today we are heading to the yacht club now that Daddy bought a yacht we are now card carrying members of the yacht club. It seems a little pretentious to me but I’ll go anyways because I heard that Burt Conway’s Dad owns a yacht and I want to see if our yacht is bigger than his so I can hold that over Burt’s head when he is mean to Betty. I asked Mama if Betty could come with us today but she told me maybe next time because she was afraid Betty would embarrass her for some reason. I don’t see why she would I mean I’m usually the one that embarrasses her. Accidents just kind of find me. Just last weekend after church I was walking slowly and lady like to the car like Mama is always instructing me to and I tripped over a large rock and landed face first into a big mud puddle. I was covered from head to toe in mud and gross water,  put a hole in my new stockings and my shoes squished when I walked in them.

Daddy is very understanding of my clumsiness, he usually holds my hand when we go somewhere in case I do fall he can catch me. On Sunday he skipped church and went to buy a yacht much to Mama’s chagrin.
The yacht is beautiful, all white with gold stripes down it. It’s tall to, I think it has 3 levels in it Daddy said, I really don’t care about that. I just love to sail, Daddy always takes me sailing on the weekends during the summer. Sometimes we go out for a few days and come home all sunburned, when that happens Mama usually throws a fit since young ladies of 10 aren’t suppose to be sunburned and look like a pirate. I don’t know where Mama gets these silly ideals but I go along with them for the most part because it is just easier than fighting with her.

Thank you for reading another one of my stories, I hope to be bringing more of those to the blog soon.

Until next time,
~Kristen

The Sister Dresses

This past fall while at a flea market I found this set of yellow cotton sister dresses. So adorable and the price was right that they just had to come home with me, if only I had 2 girls close enough together to have them wear them but alas my oldest is a 11 and the youngest is 18 months old. While I was photographing these I kept wondering about the girls who originally wore them. So I decided to come up with my story. This story is completely fictional and original to me.

The Sister Dresses

Mama, Patty and I went shopping for some new Easter dresses since Mama didn’t have the time to make new dresses for us since she started her new job as an office clerk for Papa’s dentist office. She made us try on 6 or 7 dresses before settling between a soft buttery yellow and a pair of pink dresses. Patty kept grabbing the pink dress in her size as she loves the color pink but I asked if we could get the yellow dresses instead. Mama said “Patty don’t cry please, we will get you the pink dress next time sweetheart but for Easter you must wear yellow this year.”

Patty always gets what she wants, so imagine my surprise when Mama chose the yellow dresses like I asked. I knew if I asked if we could get different colored dresses that she would say no because Mama insists that we match for every holiday. For Christmas Mama made us wear dark green plaid, I hate green and I hate plaid. I looked like a human gift complete with a giant red bow on the top of my head. I almost had to walk sideways through doorways so I wouldn’t knock my bow off the top of my head it was so large. Patty of course just loved that stupid big bow, I took mine off and threw it in the back of the closet when Mama told us to get ready for bed. Mama still asks what happened to that stupid bow, after I threw it in the back of the closet I haven’t seen it since and I did try to look for it. I’m pretty sure there are Borrowers living in our house as we are always losing socks but that is a story for another time.

Well Mama got our dresses cleaned and starched for Easter Sunday, Patty and I wore little white gloves, white shoes and stockings and pearl necklace that Daddy got us for Christmas. Grandmother bought us matching yellow hats with small white daisies on the brim, I loved how I looked that Easter morning. Patty fussed the whole way to church because her dress was yellow not pink even though Mama bought our dresses 3 weeks ago. Papa finally got her settled down right before we pulled into the church parking lot.

After church we went to Grandmother’s house for Easter dinner and to hunt Easter eggs, we were very careful not to get our dresses dirty but Patty found some old lipstick and got a bit of it on her dress and Mama was not happy. Between Mama and Grandmothers tricks to get lipstick out but that was one stubborn stain.

Only I got to wear my dress one other time after that Easter and it was to church in June, I grew out of my dress after that. I’ll never forget that Easter and my yellow dress.

The end.

Until Next time,

~Kris
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