Ballerina dress
I pulled the dress out of a box at my parent's house, there was the familiar pattern of the flowers, bringing back the memory of the cool cotton feeling of the top layer as it was poofed up by the puffy crinoline slip. I remembered the feeling of the skirt as it brushed my legs and swirled around me as I twirled.
There were a few holes that I mended slowly, thinking that there was no way that she would be big enough to fit into it yet, and then yesterday I took it out and she saw it...and it was love at first sight.
It fit almost perfectly, and then the spinning began, oh yes.
Oh and the smiling too, lots of smiling.
In fact she didn't stop looking at it all day. She made it her own and named it, the "ballerina dress".
There were a few holes that I mended slowly, thinking that there was no way that she would be big enough to fit into it yet, and then yesterday I took it out and she saw it...and it was love at first sight.
It fit almost perfectly, and then the spinning began, oh yes.Oh and the smiling too, lots of smiling.In fact she didn't stop looking at it all day. She made it her own and named it, the "ballerina dress".