Issue 5, Autumn 2021 Nonfiction
The Smock | Betty J. Cotter
My mother’s maternity top has had at least three lives – maybe four, as I am wearing it now: a loose cotton smock covered in a gaudy pattern of blue roses and daisies. For a while I thought it was homemade; it has no tag and some hand stitching in the seams. My mother could sew, although she hated to; in fact, she won a Necchi sewing machine in one of the many jingles contests she loved to enter. But just the other day I found the top on page 87 of the Sears Roebuck Spring & Summer Catalog.
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