MUMMY MY DRESS MAKER!

MUMMY  MY "DRESS MAKER"

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“Ha ha mummy this dress is too big, especially the hand.”

“Look at the hand now!”

“This is not the style I chose”

My mum responds and says

“It’s the style I just made the hand differently.

Indignantly I respond

“This is not the first time you are doing this, haba! Mummy couldn’t you just copy the style exactly as you saw it?

“Oh mummy abeg it’s too big jor!”  I fumed angrily

 “It’s not, it’s your size fine girl (she said patronizingly), just pull the hand a little under your armpit and I would use a pin to hold the side a little and it would just be perfect.

The dress was really pretty, but couldn’t mummy just sew me a pretty dress without a “little comma “just this once? (I wondered as I fumed angrily)

This has been the running conversation anytime my mum sews a dress for me. Its either some part is too small or too big or just a different style from the one I would have originally chosen. But” I wasn’t having any today” because I was going to wear this dress for “Sister Ayo’s wedding “. The most talked about and anticipated wedding in church. There is no way I would wear a less than perfect dress to this occasion as  I  was going to make sure I caught my self a handsome good-looking brother. But with the sleeves of my dress looking like this, it wasn’t looking like I was even going t be in the game at all.

My mum is a “dress maker” as she calls herself and she  has been making my sisters and I clothes ever since we were little girls and it’s amazing how   she manages to sew everyone’s cloth perfectly except mine. There always seems to be one “coma “or the other and to think that every morning when I rush off to work she is always like;

“Dena! Dena! Wait I want to take your measurement. “Today it may be my bust, tomorrow my hips. Yes guaranteed that those parts may increase on a daily basis, but then she goes on to measure my shoulders or my full length like I can grow any taller than my 5 ‘6 inches.

For this wedding in particular I wasn’t going to”gree o!”  Because we had been planning for the wedding for the past 4 weeks and no “dress maker” was going to ruin my perfect dress especially if that that dress maker is my own mother.

In the end we had to call my dad to resolve the conflict .I was insisting that the dress was too big and my mum kept on insisting that the dress was perfect if she just held the side for me with a little pin since she couldn’t take it back to her workshop to make the necessary adjustments.

 I had to wear the dress grudgingly. With the persuasion of my dad and my sisters, my mum finally convinced me to where the dress.  She had used pins to hold at the sides and the sleeves. As I walked into the venue, I felt very awkward. Mummy had sewed all the bridesmaids’ gowns and they all looked lovely . if only you sewed mine perfectly like theirs I mumbled under my breath.

 Anyone that stared at me made me feel like they knew my big secret. And off course my mum was beside me telling how pretty I looked and how my dress looked perfect and how the pins weren’t showing. After seating coolly for several hours, smiling politely at people , I couldn’t take any longer I had to “mingle”  I finally decided to “brave it” and sauntered off to find the wedding couple on the dance floor .Then suddenly I was the cynosure of all eyes and everyone was paying me compliments on my beautiful dress. I looked across the room I saw my mum smiling at me with a knowing look in her eyes that said “I told you so”

Right then and then I knew two things. One my mum would remain my dress maker for life and two; I would forever find myself in these sticky situations with my mum. Needless to that I actually looked very nice in my dress and I  caught myself two good looking blokes and I’m sure it wasn’t because of my dress but my charming personality.