So here I am, making this potholder for someone I know just a tiny bit about. But even with the little I know about the person it’s for, I know it has to be yellow and I’m sure the dress is a good print and colors, the words are are right. As I was stitching her leg, getting closer to her foot, I began thinking of the right kind of shoes. It’s gotta be those great boots, I thought. Even if she’s never owned a pair, she has it in her.
And then I remembered why I love those big heeled tie-up boots. Ms. Shapiro used to wear them. Not my second grade teacher, but the teacher in the room next to mine. She was beautiful. Long frosted hair, make-up and skirts short enough to show those big heeled tie up boots. And on top of all that, she was a “Ms.” The only one in Shaw Ave Elementary School. I asked my mother what “Ms.” meant and she told me women used it when they didn’t want people to know they weren’t married. I must have grasped the true meaning of “Ms.” despite my mother’s definition. I still thought Ms. Shapiro was the coolest person I had ever met and I wanted to be just like her.