|My first successful attempt at a collared shirt.|
Grandpa's hired man, Ray, had a pet raccoon and he brought him out so that my brothers, cousins and I could play with him. It was my turn to hold the raccoon. No sooner than I picked him up, he pooped all over my purple paisley haltertop. A halter top once soiled by raccoon poop, even if laundered, still carries a stain that can never be erased.
I refused to ever wear that top again.
|Close up of covered button.|
|Detail of side back pleating with double-topstitching.|