Home-made vs Store-Bought

(I heard from Lucy and she is ok, gonna try to get back in the race)

Things that go around come around, is a statement I have heard all my life, or some version of that.  We have smiled at styles in clothes that went out years ago, then show up as ‘NEW’ or as a ‘FAD’.

Mama made that soldier suit I had. She made kat and Shirl’s clothes until they got big enough to do their own.

Many folk in bloggerville are old enough to remember when ‘Store bought’ was something special. Many kids were ashamed that mama had made their clothes from feed sacks, and then some never knew there was any other way. Now it is neat to have a custom made dress or suit.

               

(Mama made son Marks ‘sailor suit’ he has on here sitting beside son jack, his older brother.)

Example, we never had store bought quilts, I didn’t even know there was such a thing. Our living room for years held a quilting frame that was raised to the ceiling when not in use. Sherry’s mama died in 1965, my mama collected the ribbons and bows, etc from the MANY wreaths that were sent, and she made Sherry a quilt from them in memory of Susie Harris.

Now even here on bloggerville folk show off their quilting skills. It is good to see that skill returning.

You have probably seen or read this little ‘story’ but receiving it again, I thought it would be cute here, after all the bitching I have done lately.

              

Six year old Annie returns home from school and says that today she had her first family planning lesson at school.

Her mother, very interested, asks: "Oh... How did it go?"

"I nearly died, I was so ashamed!" she answers. "Sam from down the street says the stork brings babies. Sally next door said you can buy babies at the orphanage. Pete in my class says you can buy babies at the hospital."

Her mother answers laughingly, "But that’s no reason to be ashamed."

"No?.. But I can't tell them that we were so poor that you and daddy had to make me yourselves!"

 

                

Nite Shipslog

PS:

Two blonde men find three grenades, and they decide to take them to a police station.

One asked: "What if one explodes before we get there?"

The other says: "We'll lie and say we only found two."

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1950 Chevy Truck waiting on a 1930’s Steam Locomotive.