Who wants to spend quality time with their childhood memories of those old McCall's patterns here at Threadbared? Anybody? Okay, you can come along and borrow some of my memories.
The year, 1969. The place: TG&Y, our Northern Ohio department store, in the fabric and notions section.
The characters: me, age 6; my brother, an infant in a basket; my mother, age ??. Mother is sitting on a stool in front of a long angled table, poring over these giant catalogs of patterns. I am idly flipping through a book of my own, twisting on my own stool, desperately bored but not allowed to leave the area (not for fear of kidnappers in those days - for fear I'd knock over something breakable, or wedge myself into a fabric display).
I'm also thinking that my Barbie dolls seemed downright fat compared to the twiggy illustrations. The clothes would never look the same on me as on the pattern envelopes. What was a chubby little girl to do?
Suddenly I twist too far on the stool, fall off and accidentally kick the baby's basket. He cries. My mother snaps. All hell, etc. So, let me at those Threadbared patterns! I have some more laughing to do.
[Via Snowball]
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