Burgundy Baby

  

Charlie at 4 yo in her burgundy onesie

Looking through old photos recently I came across this one of me when I was about four years old. This is a special picture because it was taken of me in an outfit hand-picked by father (who sadly passed later that year) and is the focus of my mother's favorite story of me when I was a young girl.

I was going to pre-kindergarten and wore this particular outfit to my class (on the rez). There was a game were we all sat cross-legged on the floor clapping and singing "Who's wearing ____, who's wearing ____" so we could all learn our colours. We would say "Brian's wearing blue" or what have you. So one day in class my teacher is asking "Who's wearing red, who's wearing red?" I looked around and could find no one was wearing red. Someone had guessed me. 

"Well I am not wearing red, I am wearing burgundy," I state to the class and to my teacher (the picture does not do it justice because the outfit was mos def burgundy). My pre-k teacher looks at me and says "Lisa, for the sake of the class please let's just call it red." I am sure I acquiesced at that point, but definitely begrudgingly. What is she talking about red, who calls burgundy red? Uggh.

And so this is the earliest memory of my fashion beginnings. I still don't understand how these children were learning primary colours when I was clearly already miles ahead and onto shades and tints. Oh my. Or perhaps it was just an early sign of my fondness for red wine ...

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