Baily Bixby Barnaby The Third (3B3)
invited me to the winter festival dance. I am so excited and Mama is
going to make my dress. I even convinced her to sew one of them
designer tags in so people won't know it is homemade.
We went to Sew Rite fabric store in Juniper Falls. They were having a special sale on material. Twenty five cents a yard on everything on account of the fire. The bolts of chiffon were all fused together but we found this chartreuse one with satin to match. The satin had melted spots in it that Mama said she could fix it with glitter and no one would even suspect a thing. First we have to get the smoke smell out of the material.
Three washings later and it still smells like a barbecue. Mama said it would go away hanging on the line outside so we hung it out to dry. While it was drying Mama and I looked through her dress patterns to find something that looked designer like. Mama put some different patterns together and came up with a dress that we both agreed looked like something them New York folks would wear.
Outside we heard a load of crows flying over to Elmer Wyatt's farm to check out what was left of his cornfield. Evidently they needed to make room for the food. I have to give them credit for their good aim. We washed the fabric and this time we draped it over the furniture inside the house. Just in case more birds came along. The fabric now has a barbecue bird outdoorsy smell to it. Mama says she can fix that with some cologne that used to belong to Granny Johnson once she can get the cap off the bottle. She'll have to use both hands.
We went to Sew Rite fabric store in Juniper Falls. They were having a special sale on material. Twenty five cents a yard on everything on account of the fire. The bolts of chiffon were all fused together but we found this chartreuse one with satin to match. The satin had melted spots in it that Mama said she could fix it with glitter and no one would even suspect a thing. First we have to get the smoke smell out of the material.
Three washings later and it still smells like a barbecue. Mama said it would go away hanging on the line outside so we hung it out to dry. While it was drying Mama and I looked through her dress patterns to find something that looked designer like. Mama put some different patterns together and came up with a dress that we both agreed looked like something them New York folks would wear.
Outside we heard a load of crows flying over to Elmer Wyatt's farm to check out what was left of his cornfield. Evidently they needed to make room for the food. I have to give them credit for their good aim. We washed the fabric and this time we draped it over the furniture inside the house. Just in case more birds came along. The fabric now has a barbecue bird outdoorsy smell to it. Mama says she can fix that with some cologne that used to belong to Granny Johnson once she can get the cap off the bottle. She'll have to use both hands.
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