Here’s another story from my grandma’s youth; I hope you enjoy it!
14-year-old Naomi swept through the hallway of her school with the grace and confidence of a princess. Her errand was mundane, but her skirt was definitely not. The patterned Gone With the Wind-inspired skirt swished satisfyingly as she glided into the classrooms and handed attendance lists to the doubtless admiring teachers.
Naomi had grown up in poverty, but this skirt—given to her by her older brother John during the height of the Gone With the Wind craze—was worthy of a true belle. She loved it so much that she procured a matching blouse. It didn’t matter that she was a New Jersey belle rather than a Southern one. The skirt twirled majestically each time she turned, a sensation so gratifying that she wore her elegant outfit almost every day for a year.
It didn’t matter that Scarlett O’Hara was rich, Southern, older, and fictional; when Naomi wore her Gone With…
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