...my daughter's dress is more beautiful, more elegant, more sophisticated. But, at the time (37 years ago in a few days), mine was just what I wanted...simple, pretty, and made by my mother. She put two patterns together to get the style I wanted. She sewed seed pearls, by hand,in the middle of each flower in the lace that covered the bodice.....
.....and trimmed the sleeves and the hem. She labored for hours
using the same sewing machine that she used to make my
I asked her to try it on...... just so I could see my daughter
in the dress her grandmother, that she
never knew, made for me. It is old and a little yellowed in places and it is back in the box in the attic.
But seeing it again, feeling it again, remembering
the love and care that it represented, I was overwhelmed,
anew, with gratitude for my mother and the gift from God
that she was to me.
Now, I know how she felt as she prepared
for her only daughter's wedding. How I wish she were here to help me
prepare for mine.....
37 minutes ago