A Short Story : A Story?

The blazing sun and harsh blue of her dress made for a nauseating combination. “How do you want to decorate your pig?”

“It was during a war, darlings,” explains Mama. “I forget which one precisely. Your father had difficulty getting help at that time or he never would have hired me, even to make costumes, as inexperienced as I was.”

“Well, good- that’ll be less work for the both of us,” she grinned. Her heart was still beating fast, but at least it wasn’t pounding in her ears any longer.

“Hey, so Emma and I were thinking, what if we told Cami that we were all going to dress up tomorrow, but then none of us did… that would be so funny,” Grace said as a smirk spread across her face.

“Fine I mumble, and drag my feet over to her bed. She motions to a purple and black duffle bag and I pull out a blue ombre bedding and a electric blanket. I plug it in and groan, knowing Pastel would want the same so I do her green ombre sheets to while i’m at it. I jump off her bunk and look around for the last open bed. I grab my red comforter with little roses printed all over and put it over my solid red

“I can bring you more of her clothes so you don’t have to get a whole new wardrobe. I know how expensive clothes can be and I wouldn’t want Tiffany’s clothes to just go to waste. I’ll run home to pack you some and meet you at your house. See you later.”

First, Mama had a hand in adding to the family quilt when her mother and her sister had first began making it from old clothes and fabrics. She understands where the quilts fabric has come from and knows that it is a representation of their family history. She promises the quilts to

August was concluding and school was set to begin in just a week’s time, so my mama had suggested, “Hey, why don’t we go into the village to do a little back-to-school shopping?”

Dollys mother made her a coat because she didn’t have one. Dolly was cold and fall was fast approaching.suddenly her mom got some old rags and made a coat of countless colors.

Mama offered a quilt to Dee and she said no it was old fashioned and out of style. Mama promised it to Maggie because she knew she would appreciate the

“If I have to, I’ll sew something myself,” said Allie. “From the time I could hold a needle between my thumb and forefinger, I helped our Addie sew my clothes. Mother just did not trust her to do a nice enough job with my trousseau; she is getting so old that her eyesight is very poor. Can we go to McVay’s and choose some cloth and several dress patterns; I’m sure they’ll have what I need.”

“How had grandma even died?” I asked Mama having realized just then that she’d never mentioned to me what had happened to her. “I mean, she was pretty young, only fifty-four, and looked pretty healthy in those pictures I saw of her back at the house,” I then added.

A pretty woman in her late thirties came out to greet us. “Hey honey, what are you doing here?” She had blonde hair—blonde was an understatement, it was so blonde it was almost white—and wore heels that made her as tall as her son. Her hair made her dark blue eyes pop out of their sockets even though she was wearing that same god-awful shade of pink.

It was Saturday, the day she had to visit her grandmother, she would dress in her red dress; a dress that used to fit her well when she was 12 now she is 17. What was once an adorable

Santana set out side waiting on Rachel. (Gosh that girl takes forever she thought to herself) Rachel finally came out of dressing room. Santana's covered her mouth to keep from crying. Rachel looked like a little girl dressed I her mother's cloths. The dress was huge on Rachel. (Did I get the right size,, Rachel has always been a size 3. Santana thought). I think I need a smaller dress don't you San. As Rachel finally spoke.