My husband and I went shopping today and I couldn't help thinking about all the days I went shopping for new clothes with my mother. Probably the earliest memory I have is shopping for new clothes to wear on Easter Sunday. This time was so special and exciting because we got to buy pretty dresses too good for school, and fancy dress shoes and socks that had to be saved for church. I can still remember the black patent leather flats that my mother bought for me but which my father said were made of cardboard and would fall apart if they got wet. I thought they were beautiful, and every time I wore them I believed that all the other little girls were watching me and envying me my shoes.
One Easter season we didn't have to shop for dresses because an aunt, my father's sister in California, sent us dresses that she had made for us. They were made of polka-dotted cloth in navy blue and yellow. She made each of us a different dress by using different colored cloth for different pattern pieces. So, even though the dress pattern was the same, our dresses were different but coordinating. We loved them.
On Easter morning we came downstairs and found our Easter clothes laid out on the furniture in the living room with the baskets that the Easter Bunny left us. Even though we had taken part in the shopping for all these new clothes, they all looked so wonderful that we forgot what had gone on before and almost believed the Easter Bunny had brought those, too.
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