E has been sewing her own clothes
Oct. 18th, 2022 12:44 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
conulyAnd she's gotten really good over the pandemic!
My mother thought this was just the most amazing thing, and every time she had a new picture of E wearing a new outfit she'd show that picture to literally anybody who stopped within her orbit for more than three seconds.
I had thought that everybody knew this, but apparently I was the only one who knew it, and they were all pleasantly surprised when I told them how incredibly proud Mommy was of all this sewing.
Anyway, today she wore an outfit to school that was composed entirely of clothing that used to be my mother's, which prompted me to share with her what is, hands-down, my absolute favorite poem, so here it is for all of you:
Ballade Of Lost Objects by Phyllis McGinley
Where are the ribbons I tie my hair with?
Where is my lipstick? Where are my hose -
The sheer ones hoarded these weeks to wear with
Frocks the closets do not disclose?
Perfumes, petticoats, sports chapeaus,
The blouse Parisian, the earrings Spanish -
Everything suddenly up and goes.
And where in the world did the children vanish?
This is the house I used to share with
Girls in pinafores, shier than does.
I can recall how they climbed my stairs with
Gales of giggles on their tiptoes.
Last seen wearing both braids and bows
(And looking rather Raggedy-Annish),
When they departed nobody knows -
Where in the world did the children vanish?
Two tall strangers, now I must bear with,
Decked in my personal furbelows,
Raiding the larder, rending the air with
Gossip and terrible radios.
Neither my friends nor quite my foes,
Alien, beautiful, stern and clannish,
Here they dwell, while the wonder grows:
Where in the world did the children vanish?
Prince, I warn you, under the rose,
Time is the thief you cannot banish.
These are my daughters, I suppose.
But where in the world did the children vanish?
https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sunday-poetry-ballade-of-lost-objects/
My mother thought this was just the most amazing thing, and every time she had a new picture of E wearing a new outfit she'd show that picture to literally anybody who stopped within her orbit for more than three seconds.
I had thought that everybody knew this, but apparently I was the only one who knew it, and they were all pleasantly surprised when I told them how incredibly proud Mommy was of all this sewing.
Anyway, today she wore an outfit to school that was composed entirely of clothing that used to be my mother's, which prompted me to share with her what is, hands-down, my absolute favorite poem, so here it is for all of you:
Ballade Of Lost Objects by Phyllis McGinley
Where are the ribbons I tie my hair with?
Where is my lipstick? Where are my hose -
The sheer ones hoarded these weeks to wear with
Frocks the closets do not disclose?
Perfumes, petticoats, sports chapeaus,
The blouse Parisian, the earrings Spanish -
Everything suddenly up and goes.
And where in the world did the children vanish?
This is the house I used to share with
Girls in pinafores, shier than does.
I can recall how they climbed my stairs with
Gales of giggles on their tiptoes.
Last seen wearing both braids and bows
(And looking rather Raggedy-Annish),
When they departed nobody knows -
Where in the world did the children vanish?
Two tall strangers, now I must bear with,
Decked in my personal furbelows,
Raiding the larder, rending the air with
Gossip and terrible radios.
Neither my friends nor quite my foes,
Alien, beautiful, stern and clannish,
Here they dwell, while the wonder grows:
Where in the world did the children vanish?
Prince, I warn you, under the rose,
Time is the thief you cannot banish.
These are my daughters, I suppose.
But where in the world did the children vanish?
https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sunday-poetry-ballade-of-lost-objects/
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Date: 2022-10-24 02:51 am (UTC)That's great about E! Knowing how to sew your own clothes means you can get clothes that fit properly, even if you're not the canonical body they had in mind for "size N" (whatever N is). Because, you know, people can vary in multiple ways, but sizes boil down to single numbers.
(Except men's pants, where you at least get two, but that's not always enough either.)