After a lovely luncheon out yesterday . .
I found myself pulled into the beautiful fabric store next to the tea house.
Bolts of crisp cottons are like candy to my eye.
I wander from one enticing project to another.
Memories of easter dresses that my mother made me. . .
and I do remember them. .
draw me to this small little dress.
I never had a sister as a wee girl . .
but I know two little girlies that have each other as cousins. . .
and they shall have matching dresses to wear this spring.
Sure. . you'll see the finished dresses when I'm done.
All for now. .