My first memory of cloth was when I was 5 or 6 years old and I received a crochet dress in the mail from my aunt. We lived on a farm in quite an isolated area and so the parcel had to be collected from a neighbour’s roadside mailbox. The dress was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, it was a coral pink and had a gold chain belt to match.
It felt so special because someone had made something just for me. I felt a million dollars when I wore it and although I came from a small country town it was the latest Melbourne fashion.
The same aunt also made a red & white gingham dress for me with red love heart pockets, it was just a simple dress but it was beautiful. I can still remember walking to the shops in Clayton (Melbourne suburb) wearing it. To this day I still look at red & white gingham and the memory comes back. Very special.