August 12th

“Trish! You look fine, girl. I love that dress.” Yolande pulled me into one of her trademark hugs and squeezed until I struggled to breathe.

“Thanks. I thought it was about time I sewed something for myself rather than for the stall.” Released from the giant hug I twirled to let the wide skirt fan out.

“Are you sure you don’t want to be a dress designer rather than sewing pet beds and super hero costumes for children?”

“Positive. Clothes for adults take so much time.” I glanced around at the allotments car park. I hadn’t ever seen so many people here at the same time.

“Come, let me get you a glass of my...

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