I absolutely loved writing this!  My Jessie is renowned for being messy and I am a real advocate for messy play.  However, I have recently been faced with the parenting challenge of dressing her appropriately for activities.  Needless to say a dress is not my first choice of clothing when participating in mud puddle splashing, but clearly my daughter thinks otherwise!  ‘Granny’ is great at reminding me that she should not be wearing dresses, particularly nice ones, out and about, so that they don’t get ruined.  However, I am quickly learning to pick my battles and fighting over the ‘Best Dress’ (AKA the one she wants to wear ALL the time!)  is just not one of them.  For me it is actually success that is wearing clothes and not butt naked – that’s maybe another story!  This story is the follow on from ‘Meet Messy Jessie’ and aims to encourage imaginative outdoor play.   It originated from the day I decided to hide the ‘Best Dress’ to see if that would encourage her to wear something else…I am sure you can guess how that turned out!   I have a few more of these ‘Messy Jessie’ stories literally ready to spill onto paper – watch this space!  Enjoy 🙂

 

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Messy Jessie and the Best Dress

By Corrina Campbell

In a beautiful town,

On a small quiet street,

Lived the messiest Jessie,

You ever did meet.

Waking each morning,

Her room in a mess,

She stretches and yawns,

And then looks for ‘that dress’.

Often it’s hidden,

Or there by the door,

With clothes and odd socks,

Piled up on the floor.

It’s pink with a twirl,

And sparkles here and there

Known as the ‘Best Dress’,

It’s all that she’ll wear.

It’s a little bit small,

And looks pretty worn,

Given as a present

Back when she was born.

It looked huge on a baby,

And not a good fit,

But now that she’s bigger

It’s starting to split.

Often she hears,

The pleas from her mother,

“That dress is too small

It’s time for another.”

“Let’s go to the shops,

You can have any you like,

Although this time the dress

Can’t be worn on your bike.”

“Exactly,” says Jessie.

“And no one is the same,

So to purchase another,

Would be a real shame.”

“It goes well with my bike

And football kit too

I don’t need another

This Best Dress will do.”

It’s rare that you’ll see her

Without her Best Dress

(Even though it’s too small

And a bit of a mess.)

It goes to the park

The shops and the pool,

If she got the chance

She’d wear it to school.

She wears it to dance

She wears it to swing

Every where that she goes

It’s the Best Dress that she’ll bring.

It goes to the beach,

It stays on to play,

If left up to her,

She’d wear it all day.

It’s an apron,

A parachute,

It’s a sail on a boat,

It’s a net,

It’s a bag,

When it’s cold it’s a coat.

You’ll be surprised to know

It’s practical too

For cleaning up hands

Or wiping a shoe.

Often worn with her wellies,

But anything goes,

All by itself,

Or on top of her clothes.

But hang on, it’s missing

Where could it be?

It’s not where she left it

Last night after tea.

Feeling confused,

“Did it disappear?

I’m sure that I left it

Sitting right here?”

Maybe her Dad,

(Who has his own flare),

Decided the Best Dress,

Would be what he’d wear?

“Hang on,” thinks Jessie,

“It must be too small?

How can it fit him

When he is so tall?”

“Dad,” she questions,

“Have you seen my Best Dress?

It’s unfortunately missing

So please tell me yes.”

“It’s pink with a twirl,

With sparkles here and there,

And if I don’t find it,

I’ll have nothing to wear.”

“No,” replies Dad,

“And it’s been quite a while

Since I wore a dress

It’s not really my style.”

“But, let me think…

It is just a guess,

But maybe the fairy

Has borrowed your dress?”

“The fairy!?” questions Jessie,

“How could this be?

Why would she want

A dress that fits me?”

“I guess she saw

All the things it could do

And casting a spell

It could fit her too?”

“Thanks Dad, “ she shouts,

“I’ll give her a try”

And running outside

She waves him goodbye.

In her pyjamas

Green wellies on top

She heads to her garden

With a skip and a hop.

The fairy lives here

Beside Mr Gnome

And this little door

Is the door to her home.

“Excuse me,” she knocks,

“Have you seen my Best Dress.

It’s unfortunately missing

So please tell me yes.”

“It’s pink with a twirl,

And sparkles here and there,

And if I don’t find it,

I’ll have nothing to wear.”

“I’m sorry but no,”

A small voice replies,

“I have my own Best Dress,

In miniature size.”

“But, let me think…

It is just a guess,

But maybe the giant

Has borrowed your dress?”

“The giant!?” questions Jessie,

“How could this be?

Why would she want

A dress that fits me?”

“She could be going

To the famous ‘Giant Ball’?

But surely my dress

Would be far too small?”

“Thanks,” she shouts,

I’ll give her a try”

And heading to find her,

She waves her goodbye.

Grabbing her jacket,

The clouds turning grey,

It’s getting quite wet,

As she heads on her way.

The big friendly giant,

Is the one that she knows,

She lives fairly close,

Close enough to steal clothes!

“Hello,” she bellows,

“Have you seen my Best Dress?

It’s unfortunately missing

So please tell me yes.”

“It’s pink with a twirl,

And sparkles here and there,

And if I don’t find it,

I’ll have nothing to wear.”

“No, afraid not,

And besides I am too tall

I have my own dress

To wear to the Ball.”

“But, let me think…

It is just a guess,

But maybe the mermaid,

Has borrowed your dress?”

“The mermaid?” questions Jessie,

“How could this be?

Why would she want

A dress that fits me?”

“Maybe she has

Has developed a passion

For my human clothes

A new mermaid fashion?”

“Thanks,” says Jessie,

I’ll give her a try”

Heading on to the sea,

She waves her goodbye.

Quick through a marsh

It was almost in reach

Squashing and squeltching

Till at last at the beach.

And taking a shell

She whispers, ‘Hello’,

Then out of the sea

There comes a warm glow.

“Hi,” Jessie waves,

“Have you seen my Best Dress?

It’s unfortunately missing

So please tell me yes”

“It’s pink with a twirl,

And sparkles here and there,

And if I don’t find it,

I’ll have nothing to wear.”

“No, I have not

And it would not be wise

To swim in a dress.

It isn’t advised.

“But, let me think…

It is just a guess,

But maybe the goblins,

Have borrowed your dress?”

“The goblins!?” exclaims Jessie,

“How could this be?

Why would they want

A dress that fits me?”

“Maybe they crowned

A new goblin Queen

And maybe my dress

Was the best that they’d seen?”

“Thanks for your help,”

I’ll give them a try”

And heading into the woods,

She waves her goodbye.

Running quite fast

Through puddles and trees

Her clothes getting muddy

Her hair full of leaves.

“Hello,” she bellows,

“Have you seen my Best Dress?

It’s unfortunately missing

So please tell me yes!”

“It’s pink with a twirl,

And sparkles here and there,

And if I don’t find it,

I’ll have nothing to wear.”

“No,” grumps a goblin,

Appearing quite near,

“We don’t have your dress,

Buzz off. Disappear!”

Disaster. Dead end.

No further progress.

No answers, no help,

And clearly no dress.

Tramping back home,

Feeling quite down,

Her hair rather damp,

Her pyjamas tinged brown.

Tip toeing in,

Avoiding her Mum,

“Oh Jessie, Dear Jessie,

Oh what have you done?!”

Sobbing out loud,

“I have lost my Best Dress,

I’ve looked everywhere

And had no success.”

“I asked the fairy,

The big giant too,

I then asked the mermaid

But nobody knew.

And visiting the goblins

I got in a mess….

But all I want

is my favourite BEST DRESS!”

“Your dress?” says her Mum

“The one that you like

To wear playing football

And out on your bike?”

“Yes” sobs Jessie.

“It’s gone, disappeared,

I’ll now need a new one,

This is worse than I’d feared.”

But taking her hand

Her Mum led her through

And there, on a chair

Was the dress that she knew.

It was pink with a twirl,

And sparkles here and there,

It looked a little different

But she didn’t care.

It was clean, it was bright,

And she pulled it straight on,

But where, oh where

Had it been for so long?

“I washed it,” laughed Mum

“It was in such a mess

It has to be clean

To be the BEST DRESS.

And jumping for joy

She gave Mum a cuddle

Running out of the door

To find a large puddle.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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