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Holidays are time when memories are evoked. How nice that your mother was able to sew your dresses for you. They sound beautiful. Thanks for sharing your memories today.

My mom made me a new Easter outfit each year, also sewn on an old black Singer. I particularly remember the year with the "duster" that matched the aqua flowers on the dress with the yellow buttons. Those dresses were special and I wore them until I literally wouldn't fit into them anymore. Holidays were stressful times in my house, so it's good to remember the good parts.

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