Sara walked down the aisle of the fabric store, holding
her motherís hand tightly. She looked at all the different colors of
cloth; some had blue stripes, some had yellow polka dots and other fabric
had patterns of kittens and apples on it. Saraís mother had come to buy
tartan fabric. She wanted to make pillows for the couch and a wall hanging
for their living room.
They soon found where the fabric was and Saraís mother
picked up a bolt of it. Sara smiled. The woolen fabric had white and black
stripes printed on a yellow background. It was pretty. "Sara, wouldnít
this look nice if I made a pillow out of it, especially if we put black
lace around the edge," her mother said. Sara looked at the fabric. She
shut her eyes and tried to imagine the pillow sitting on the couch. "That
will look good, mama. I want to lay my head on it," Sara chuckled.
"Weíll get some then," her mother said, and handed a
clerk the bolt of fabric so she could cut some yardage. They looked at
some other fabric. It had blue, red, and green stripes printed on white.
Another was turquoise blue and had glittery gold woven through it. "Oh,
look at this," Sara said. "It sparkles!"
"Itís very pretty," her mother agreed. "What can we
make from this fabric, Sara?"
"Letís make a wall hanging for my room," Sara answered.
"A wall hanging? That would be wonderful. It isnít
tartan, but it is pretty. Letís do it!" Saraís mother carried the bolt to
the counter and had the clerk cut a few yards of it.
"This is fun!" Sara called out. "Can we get some fabric
so you can sew a new kilt for me, Mama?"
"Why sure," Mama said. "Why donít you show me what kind
of fabric youíd like?" Mama took her hand and they walked through the
"I like this, Mama," Sara said, pointing to some white
fabric with yellow, red, green, and blue plaid on it. Then she spotted
something else she liked. "I like this too. I love the little Scotty
dogs," she giggled. Then she spotted some pink-striped fabric, and then
some with red hearts. Sara saw so many fabrics and she wanted them all.
"You can only pick one, Sara," her mother reminded.
Sara walked around, looking carefully at her choices.
She walked up to the counter. "I want a kilt made of that tartan fabric,"
Her mother smiled. She asked the clerk to please cut
another two yards for Saraís new dress.
That night, before Sara went to bed, she and her mother
spent some time cutting the fabric out, using a kilt pattern. Saraís
mother spent hours at her sewing machine.
When Sara woke up in the morning, she jumped out of bed
and ran into the living room. There was her new kilt, hanging on a coat
hanger. On the couch were two pillows that matched the dress. She took the
kilt and ran into her bedroom and put it on. Then she ran back into the
living room and jumped onto the couch. She laid her head down on the