My favorite toy as a child was a dress form my grandmother (a former seamstress) kept in her basement. As children, my sister and I would play for hours with the form, scrap material and straight pins (kept by my grandmother in a Sucrets box). It was a simple game of client and designer. One of us would walk down the basement's beaten up wooden stairs pretending to be fabulously wealthy and request that the “designer” make her the outfit she described. The “client” would then leave for five minutes while the “designer” searched through a dusty cardboard box containing scraps of material that were rarely big enough to wrap completely around the form to complete the masterpiece. When the “client” returned, she either loved the design or requested tweaks here and there. A satisfied “client” meant that round of the game was over and my sister and I would switch roles, playing until my mother called us for dinner.
