Crepe-paper Dress
There they bend;
crepe-paper spread
out across the kitchen
couch. My mother
and my brother
are struggling to make
a special dress for my
first fancy dress ball.
It didn’t go well. But
I never forgot their
endeavours. And
I love them for that.
Benita H. Kape (c) 22.3.2022
De Jackson is taking us through today’s PAPER quadrille (44 word poem.) To say I had a complex relationship with my eldest brother is an understatement. But I cherish this memory of my mother and my brother, neither of whom were creative in such matters. Both have passed away now. Bless them.
benitakape 
Lovely memories. A reminder that intentions are even stronger than outcomes.
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So true. I don’t recall my brother ever doing such things for my sisters. I both cherish it and question it. Was it guilt? Because he was hugely bossy. But then I could have set out to challenge him at times.
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How beautiful that they made the effort, though they lacked the abilities to pull it off: this shows real love!
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Somehow even as a child I knew that these two could not do that. But I remember being in awe at the effort and intentions.
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Oh, that slightly stretchy crepe paper! I can imagine the struggle.
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Yes Sarah, a real struggle for them. I love it when this memory comes back to mind.
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Very very very sweet memory, Benita. Thank you for sharing it with us.
Sincerely,
David
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Thanks David.
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Awww. This is so sweet. I can feel the complicated love. Sometimes relationships are as delicate as that crepe paper.
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And as crinkly De.
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Crepe paper was good for fancy dress costumes in those days! I remember doing something similar as a child.
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Glad it bought up a memory for you Carol.
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I too, am one to hold on to a memory like that. In that sense, the kindness keeps repeating and growing heart. Your lovely memories are so precious. Thanks for sharing them with me. Always a pleasure to read you xo
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Thank you Selma. So lovely that you came by.
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It sounds fun… but I wonder what didn’t go well…
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I think they had little or no dressmaking skills and didn’t really know how to shape it. My mother never went near a sewing machine but when they bought a new house my Dad bought a sewing machine and made curtains for that house.
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Very touching, yes…lovely verse..
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Thanks Ain
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I can imagine crepe would be a bugger to work with. A wonderful thread of memory to connect you to your loved ones.
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It certainly was/is a precious memory.
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