The young mistress of the house has been offered a new dress. When I heard “she” came from Monoprix, I emotionnally remembered a certain apron which used to come and chat with us every morning between 5 and 6 o’clock in the clothes department of the old Monoprix of Monsouvenir. It has always told me the worse department to vacuum was the children clothes department. They were as facetious as those of our young masters here.
This particular dress is so formal "she" makes me yawn my stitch off. “She” has the length of princesses. Since she arrived she applies herself to satisfy the young miss like a dress worthy of the name. However much she bored me, I have to admit she perfectly plays the role.
“The other girls were around 8 years old, she said when arriving in our home. They tried me on as if I was just a common summer dress but this little mistress is different. From the height of her 5 years old, she is so small I come down to her feet. For her, I am a princess dress. As so I have to honor her and help her growing up until she wears me as a short summer dress too.”
Since this day, the young miss of the house has not taken her off. She, so used to cover herself in pencil, jam, tears and scratches, has not stained her a single time. She even sleep in this dress at night.
This morning, the young mistress got up and to the lady of the house she said “I have slept very well with my dress. We shared some secrets.”
The lady answered tenderly “This dress must be your friend then. What does it tell you when I am not listening ?”
“It talks about blooming landscapes. Blossoming perfumes and horses wearing red bows in their manes.”
In my humble opinion, my friends, this little dress from Monoprix will not get to the laundry that soon.
Some clothes should grow as the same pace as the children who wear them. Do not think I am telling you this because her little blooming print appealed to my stitch. I simply consider that a cloth is sometimes the best friend of a child.