Chenille sat at the ready, next to her grandmother. “Take this girl, put it in your brother’s pile”, she said after hemming a pair of pants from their cousin. She grabbed the next item “Stand up, child, let me see. Good lawd you are getting tall” she remarked, holding the dress up.
“Naw this ain’t no good. You too tall, them boys will be looking to see what you had for breakfast. Go on now, put it over there for Gingham, she’s two years younger than you, maybe she can wear it.
Chenille was disappointed. She had really hoped that dress would fit.
This week’s photo:© Jean L. Hays