54: The Blue Dress

54: The Blue Dress

From Chicken Soup for the Soul: Best Mom Ever!

The Blue Dress

We should all have one person who knows how to bless us despite the evidence. Grandmother was that person to me.

~Phyllis Theroux

My birthday fell during summer break so I never had the big parties that other kids had during the school year. The summer I turned ten I thought I was too old for a birthday party, but I was still feeling quite lonely on the big day.

That was, until I went upstairs to my room after breakfast. There, spread out on my bed, was the most beautiful dress I’d ever seen. It was pale blue, made of sheer nylon with tiny white, velvety flowers sprinkled over it. The dress had appeared as if by magic, and seemed to float above the bed, light and delicate.

Of course, magic had nothing to do with it. Grandma Ivanoff lived with us and she was a skilled seamstress. While I was out of the house each summer day, she’d worked on this wonderful gift in secret.

I loved that blue dress. I wore it for my school portrait when I graduated from sixth grade. It made me feel pretty and feminine, and I knew it brought out the blue in my eyes.

Yet what made this dress the most special was that it came from the hands of my grandmother. I picture her bending over the sewing machine in the summer heat of Washington, D.C., and I wonder how she hid the scraps and the dress while she was working on it.

Of course, I finally outgrew that beautiful dress. But I still have the sixth-grade graduation picture, and I will always treasure the memory of my grandmother and all the love that she put into that filmy blue dress.

~Michele Ivy Davis

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