You may have thought I’d never get going on this idea of a memoir of me as a youngster. True, I didn’t get far, but there were other things I had to do. But now I have looked through my initial rough sketches, and have decided to show them to you, I feel it is a small start. My plan, from here on in, is to complete a couple of images in colour on good paper, using watercolour and pencil, as a trial for the finished product. Today however, it’s just more pencil roughs. Except for the photo of me, left, taken on a Brownie camera in the 1950’s. Yes, I’m that old.
I guess I can let you have a spoiler or two. The first pages begin with my wishing I was allowed to have a go on my brothers’ homemade trolley …
I got my chance when no one was around and Wheee! Until I got my dress stuck in the axle. I sneaked inside, changed my clothes, grabbed a needle and cotton and stitched the rip, then…
So far, it’s all true. I shall aim to keep it so throughout, as I focus on adventures big and small. I cant tell you too much in advance as that would be like telling tales, wouldn’t it?
ARTISTRY 
You’re off to a good start!
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I love the overalls. Great photo; how time flies. And Mother still wearing a skirt! You were very creative too mend your own dress. Look forward to more adventures.
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Hi Yvonne. My mother never wore trousers, and I was sixteen before I wore them (deemed unsuitable by mother). At school we learned basic sewing skills from age five. I made a pair of pyjamas at ten. Different times all right.
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I remember my primary school sewing teacher. Mrs Miller, wife of the headmaster, was very strict. We constantly had to unpick our work. I still have a tray cloth that I made in the 5th grade. Great memories of days gone by. All the best with your adventurous work.
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Oh, this does sound like fun.
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It is fun to remember these times, and me wishing to do (and have) things my brothers were allowed, but weren’t thought suitable for my sister and I. I didn’t consider myself naughty, just curious.
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Beautiful pictures, Vivienne. My daughter had the same complaint about boys being allowed to do all the fun things. She insisted that her school allow her to wear pants (not a skirt) so she could climb trees more easily. She was one of the pioneers. Now I see girls from her school in long pants all the time and it always fills me with gladness and a little pride.
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How forward thinking your daughter was, no wonder you felt pride. She would have been a lot warmer too in winter.
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Great sketches, Vivienne!
Especially the angry mum one. The half teapot pose, the facial expression of sheer annoyance and your name in caps (shouting language)! It’s so true, whenever our parents called us by our name in full, you were definitely in trouble!
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Oh yes, we certainly knew when our mother was angry. Nice comment, thank you Jason.
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