the start of a new loveliness is on my table today.
this is a wee christening gown that dates from, i think, around the 1940s.
the rest of the poem will follow over the next few days, but if you have my first collection of poems, Stripped, then you will recognise the words.
i love working on these little dresses. they are usually so well-worn that parts of them are falling apart, or threadbare.
giving them a second chance at beauty makes me happy.
i hope your weekend is lovely!