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Memoirs
Sender: Erin WestgateEmail: Click to send an email to Erin Westgate Posted On: 11/07/2008 Year: 2000 Silver and blue. So shiny when lights were upon the fabric. After the few years of making new dresses or just fixing old ones I knew everything we needed and where to find it. But like all great outfits there is a process and I was always there to witness. After school I would go home then go to Madison because my mom had to measure everyone. When I walk in, music filled the air. I would walk to the seat I would sit in and just watch. The singing was way better they any choir at my school. They were so good. Then we left. It was easy to find the fabric as usual since I knew that fabric store so good since my mom also made my costumes for dance. I would hold the rolls while mommy looked for some thread or needles. When we got home the sewing room was at rest but not for long. The machine was loud and by the end of a good days work the room was a mess with fabric everywhere. Like someone let lose a chicken. But shortly after that it was back to Madison! I never realize how big Madison. The drama area I knew too well. This time the process was long. One at a time a girl would try on a dress or and boy would try on a vest. I would hold the pin-cushion, but when my mom didn't need me I was looking at the trophies. There were so many. The most I ever seen in my life. I would look at everything in the room. The pictures, the plaques, and the props. Then I had to go. With dead line near, Mother was in the sewing room working. Of course I got to help. I would thread the elastic through the fabric to make these gloves. Either that or the elastic hold the place were the finger goes. But when we went back there for the last time we didn't go home with any costumes. And I would go to every of my sister's performances and the costumes were great! And now here I am at Madison. But I barley to never go to the old room were I spend some of my childhood in. How can I? All my sisters friends that knew are gone, the old teacher is gone, and there never enough time in my life to go other there. I wouls like to go back someday. But hey there are some of my friends in Show Choir. I wonder what costumes they wear... Post Your memoir » Show All memoirs » |
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