Comments on: Fall Fantasies http://grandmassewingcabinet.com/2009/07/29/fall-fantasies/ For the Love of Sewing Wed, 16 May 2012 11:49:51 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 By: Kathy Warnock http://grandmassewingcabinet.com/2009/07/29/fall-fantasies/comment-page-1/#comment-652 Kathy Warnock Sun, 02 Aug 2009 20:38:37 +0000 http://grandmassewingcabinet.com/?p=242#comment-652 This post brought back memories for me -- watching for the fashion magazines, checking out the new fabrics, choosing patterns and fabrics. Here in the Inland Northwest, the days can be hot into October, but I went bravely off the college with my wool skirts. We didn't wear spring attire in the fall. When I started college in 1967, there was a dress code. We had to wear skirts to class. That dress code entirely disappeared my senior year. Just before I left home for my freshman year, my mother quickly made me a beautiful robe. "I think you'll need a robe to wear to the firesides," she said. This robe was a fitted princess style, of a strange quilted fabric which she lined -- green with tiny pink rosebuds. It had an invisible zipper up the front. The robe was dressy to my way of thinking and too fitted to wear over anything but underwear. When the first fireside was called, I slipped out of my comfy clothes and dutifully put on the robe my mother made for me. I was totally overdressed. Everyone else went as they were. This post brought back memories for me — watching for the fashion magazines, checking out the new fabrics, choosing patterns and fabrics. Here in the Inland Northwest, the days can be hot into October, but I went bravely off the college with my wool skirts. We didn’t wear spring attire in the fall. When I started college in 1967, there was a dress code. We had to wear skirts to class. That dress code entirely disappeared my senior year.

Just before I left home for my freshman year, my mother quickly made me a beautiful robe. “I think you’ll need a robe to wear to the firesides,” she said. This robe was a fitted princess style, of a strange quilted fabric which she lined — green with tiny pink rosebuds. It had an invisible zipper up the front. The robe was dressy to my way of thinking and too fitted to wear over anything but underwear. When the first fireside was called, I slipped out of my comfy clothes and dutifully put on the robe my mother made for me. I was totally overdressed. Everyone else went as they were.

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