Ms. Boright was my third grade teacher. She matched her shoes, purse, and lipstick to her dress everyday. She made us sing all four verses of the Star Spangled Banner each morning after the Pledge of Allegiance. She had a soprano voice and sang like an opera singer. She was prim and proper and had a maestro’s touch when she wielded her pointer.
The image of Ms. Boright was the first thing that popped into my head when I saw Georgia Cobbler waiting for me at the ♦♦♦♦♦. She was a classic 80′s teacher dress. If she had been a line from a classic 80′s teacher song, she would have been “…no more pencils, no more books, no more teacher’s dirty looks”.
Over the next few days this forlorn frock underwent a radical dressectomy. With the help of 3/4 yards of blue plaid silk (that I’ve been hanging on to for years), and lots of very precise stitching, Georgia emerged from the cutting table singing a different tune. It went a little something like this, “I’ve got it bad, so bad, I’m hot for teacher.”
Ms. Boright probably wouldn’t wear Georgia in her new manifestation, but I like to think she would be proud of the time and effort I put into her.
No longer a stern seed, Georgia Cobbler sure has ripened into quite a Peach.