Thursday, August 5, 2010

Dear Caulfield Op-Shop (Dress 170)

Dear Caulfield Op-Shop,
I found a cape in your dusty innards. Looking for shoes I found her, hanging amongst drab coats and pilled bed-jackets. Long and woollen, and fire-engine red. There’s a faded circle on the left breast. Turns out you’re not just gorgeous and warm- you’re a part of history, a relic from WW2, when nurses wore red capes. I cut you down 13” before I knew. I’m going to use your excess to make a hood, and now you’ve got pockets, and you’ll get arm-holes soon.
I get the feeling I’m going to wear you for a long time.
Here was one hypothesis as to the alterations:
All my love,

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