Although I was only five, I can still recall the nights my mum sat up to make this dress for my first school photo. I remember the trying on, petting the fabric and the twirling that took place once it went on. The whole outfit perhaps cost $10 but I promise you when I slipped it on I felt like a million bucks.
I have no idea of the reaction to how I looked, if it’s what others wore at that time or if I stood out. All I remember is how I felt, which was good. I was happy with just that one dress for a long, long time.
It’s a comfort to know that some things never change.