I love Laura Ingalls Wilder.
Her books, loosely autobiographical—about a young girl who explored
the West with her pioneer family—were the basis for games my friends
would play during every 2nd and 3rd grade recess.
We fought over who got to play Laura, her blind older sister Mary, or
the darling younger sister Carrie. We made boys pretend to be
wolves and guarded our “homes” against them.
We never got so involved in
the game that we developed costumes, but if we had, this women’s clergy
blouse from Wippell
would have served the purpose nicely.