Aching for a frock
Not long before I got married, I went to Adelaide to do a make-up course, because at the time, I was a make-up artist. The course lasted about 3 months, and I enjoyed it immensely.
One day, one of the boys doing the course walked into the classroom, stood in front of the class and said: Oh, I’m aching for a frock.
I thought this was pretty cool.
I came back to Perth, and got married a week later. I was still sewing my wedding outfit in the car on the way to the registry office. The jacket wasn’t finished, so I carried it over my arm. It still isn’t finished, because afterwards, there didn’t seem much point in finishing it.
Anyway, I think I’ll design another dress, because I’m aching for a frock.