Eighteen years ago today, my husband and I married. That’s beautiful Lake Tahoe behind us. Still in love after all these years. I love my husband most of all for being a loving father to our son. Yes, he adores me. That goes without question. He’s devoted, hard-working, good looking, and smart. I’m blessed to have him as my spouse.
My mother and I made that dress. I ended up doing much of the work. The dress had to be lined, so in effect we made two dresses. The fabric required tiny French seams on both dress and lining and a hand-sewn rolled hem. The lace was too delicate to support the dress, so the bodice had to be lined with a fine mesh – again with barely visible French seams. The fabric was a delicate, iridescent, light-weight jersey that clung and showed every imperfection, so it had to be precisely and flawlessly sewn.
Just noticed – I didn’t yet have a turkey neck. Those were the days, back when I was in my thirties, and my age had not yet begun to show.
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