Peggy opened her little dressmaking shop on Gillygate in 1966 and kept it going for forty-one years. Half of York's wedding dresses in the seventies passed through her hands.
At home she was never without her knitting needles. Every grandchild — and, eventually, every great-grandchild — received a red and white scarf each winter, each one slightly longer than the last.
Measure twice, cut once, and always make it with love.
She outlived her beloved Arthur by eleven years and filled them with travel: Paris at seventy-five, Lisbon at seventy-nine, and a stubborn insistence on climbing to the top of every lighthouse she found.
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In her favourite scarf, autumn 2022Afternoon light in her sewing roomHer hands, which made so muchThe field behind the caravan at Whitby
Telling the story of her first shop6:12 · shared by Sophie Ellis
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Sophie E. Granddaughter · 2 weeks ago
I wore your scarf to my graduation, Nan. Twelve winters' worth of scarves and I kept every single one.
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Eleanor Price Customer and friend · 5 months ago
She made my wedding dress in 1972 and my daughter's in 2001. Both times she cried more than we did.
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Sophie E. Granddaughter · 2 weeks ago
I wore your scarf to my graduation, Nan. Twelve winters' worth of scarves and I kept every single one.
Eleanor Price Customer and friend · 5 months ago
She made my wedding dress in 1972 and my daughter's in 2001. Both times she cried more than we did.