Memories of wonderful adopted Aunties.
Agatha walks Flinders island, her grey hair wrapped in a bun and her footsteps purposeful and free. Dagmar lives in the city with a room full of collectable dolls and makes delicious cups of tea. Both are amongst the aunties of my childhood, as my mother’s sisters were unknown.
Dagmar was a dress shop owner who made cucumber sandwiches for feast. Many Ayyam-i-ha celebrations she gave packages of dresses to my mother for me.
I loved those dresses as they were so unique. Each one had its own personality. One was my Heidi dress. I liked that when I spun in it the circle skirt twirled; it seemed to be made for dance. Another dress was very long and had a checked pattern and ruffles on the sleeves. It made me feel like I could time travel, like in the time travel books I was into reading at the time.
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