how I bristled
at ruffles, bows, and hats,
my baggy play dress
made of pillow ticking
—Skylark, 3:1, Spring/Summer 2015
For years, my grandmother loved to see me in hats and bows—and hats with bows. That may have been okay for my dolls. But it wasn't for me, though in my humble opinion I did at least try to cooperate.
My play dress looked like an old-fashioned striped pillowcase. I still remember one of the teenage boys next door rolling down his bedroom window and teasing me about it (in a good-natured way).