Happy Mothers’ Day, y’all! (Even if you’re not a mother–I still hope you had a good day.)
Today, I was a little bit rumpled–in spirit and clothing.
This was my not-quite-for-Easter dress last year. It was the fourth dress I ever made and there are some significant issues. The neckline gapes, the waist is too low–especially in the back (I think it’s about two inches too low back there), and the zipper is wavy and annoying. In fact, I’m seriously thinking about a refashion. But, I’ll wait for inspiration before I start hacking away with my seam ripper.
Dress: Simplicity 2444
And today’s book: Criss Cross by Lynne Rae Perkins
I love the atmosphere of this book. And the characters. And that’s really important because this book isn’t heavy on plot. It’s more like a collection of related short stories almost (sort of like Ray Bradbury’s Dandelion Wine which would have made a MMM ’13 appearance if I could have found my copy. . . ).
I found this book particularly refreshing, I think, because I read it right after I’d tried to read some books that turned out to be YA versions of “bodice rippers.” And then along came Criss Cross with its well-developed characters and realistic view of teenage interaction.
And some parts are very reminiscent of my own teenage craziness.
The reason they were changing their clothes in a rhododendron bush was cultural evolution. Both of them had mothers who were stranded in the backwaters of a bygone era, and who were unable to grasp many current trends and ideas. You could argue and argue, but they weren’t going to get it. At some point you just had to go change your clothes in a bush.