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  1. The Wedding Dress Maker
  2. Also by Leah Fleming
  3. The Wedding Dress Maker
  4. Copyright Page
  5. Dedication
  6. Contents
  7. 1
  8. A Wednesday Afternoon in May 1949
  9. Early on Friday Morning
  10. September 1937
  11. May 1949, Friday
  12. September 1939
  13. May 1949, Friday
  14. Dressing Miss Forsyth, June 1942
  15. May 1949, Friday
  16. 2
  17. Rae, 1944
  18. Summer 1944
  19. May 1949, Friday
  20. August 1944
  21. May 1949, Friday
  22. Ten Days in March 1945
  23. On The Tenth Day, 1945
  24. May 1949, Friday at Noon
  25. Park Royal, Spring 1945
  26. May 1949, Saturday Morning
  27. 3
  28. Snapshots from The Royal, 1945
  29. May 1949, Saturday Morning
  30. Hogmanay, 1945
  31. A Secret Outing
  32. Saturday, Midday on Shap Fell, 1949
  33. 4
  34. February 1946
  35. Nothing To Write Home About, March 1946
  36. Homeward Bound, July 1946
  37. Saturday Afternoon in Kendal, 1949
  38. 5
  39. In the Winter of 1947
  40. The Texas Rangers, Autumn 1947
  41. Spring 1948
  42. Saturday Teatime in Kendal, 1949
  43. 6
  44. Dancing on the Green, Summer 1948
  45. Showdown
  46. Christmas 1948
  47. Window Shopping in Kendal, May 1949
  48. 7
  49. Into 1949
  50. Forks in the Path, March 1949
  51. Late Afternoon in Kendal, May 1949
  52. 8
  53. The Same Saturday Afternoon at Brigg Farm
  54. Staying On, June 1949
  55. 9
  56. Back to Griseley, June 1949
  57. On Carrick Sands, September 1949
  58. Acknowledgements
  59. Author the Author
  60. An Invitation from the Publisher

Netta dreaded that first meeting with Polly after the outbreak. She did not know what she was going to say to her. The girl came up the stairs in the cottage looking like crumpled linen, in an over-large smock with pins already lined up on her chest like medals. She’d brought her dolly bag containing a clean handkerchief and a silver thimble. Her eyes were tired and red-rimmed, hair scraped back in a dancer’s ponytail making her face look pale and pinched and her ears stick out. Netta ushered her into the workroom amongst the other silent girls, trying to put them at ease. Just watch what I do and ask whenever you see me doing something you don’t understand.

‘Yes, miss.’

‘Mrs Hunter will do, Polly. Tell me where you learned to do such lovely embroidery?’

‘My granny, Miss… er, Mrs Hunter. She taught me to do tatting, crochet work and lace. She was a ladies’ maid and did alterations, but then her fingers swelled up into sausages and she couldn’t hold a needle so she taught me. She died…’

‘And your mother, could she sew?’

‘No, miss, she just stayed in the back kitchen baking. Lily liked baking.’

‘And your father? What did he do?

‘Dunno, miss, can’t remember much about him.’ Polly bent her head, embarrassed by this grilling in front of the others.

‘I was so sorry to hear about Jack…’

‘It’s OK.’

‘How’s Lily?’

‘She’s OK now.’ And that was the sum of conversation that Netta could raise from Polly Liddell, but her concentration and interest were like blotting paper, soaking up all the sights and tasks. Netta recognised another who was losing her sorrows in her work.

She showed them some fashion magazines where the New Look was at last hitting bridal fashions and customers were clamouring for full or ballerina-length bell-shaped skirts, with tight-fitting waists in the Christian Dior padded style. Pathé News was a great inspiration too, showing the latest Paris collections. Shawl collars and off-the-shoulder dresses with boned bodices were much in demand, with beading and lace trimmings. Beryl wanted to make a straight skirt with a kick pleat at the back.

Netta started them off by making fancy bows, showing them how to line and stiffen the bow, to shape and design it for different lengths and effects. Polly was a stickler for detail and more interested in fancy embellishments than overall design. They were going to make a good team if Polly could relax into her sewing, but now was not the moment to pursue the matter.

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