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| My first successful attempt at a collared shirt. |
I sewed my first garment when I was five. Stop me if I've told you this story before. My mom very patiently helped me sew a purple paisley halter top. This was the summer of 1971 so a purple paisley halter top was the height of fashion. I was at my grandpa's farm in Manchester, MN (a stone's throw from Albert Lea, if that helps) and I was wearing my fabulous garment. My cousin Kelly was jealous that I had a halter top.
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.
