this is her first little mama-made dress:
"...opening the door to my parents bedroom and seeing the sun streaming in across the bed, my mom propped up on her pillows made from this fabric - as she read in the early morning."
i tucked this little piece of fabric away until i could use it for something special.
something as special as an old torn and ragged quilt made from a great grandmother's childhood dress. a memory passed down. a feeling that's now tangible enough to grab.
(thank you, claire.)