A half yard of fabric saved and now turned into a sweet summer dress with elastic at the bottom giving it a bubble shape. Wrapped and waiting for her birthday. Almost 2.
Summer clothes made in winter. Dreaming of days filled with sun outside having spent too much time inside already. Imagining her running in this little dress with sandals and those sweet blonde curls that wisp out around her head.
-Oh, and Happy Birthday Sara. Thank you again for making me come meet you in the city and treating me to a cocktail and dinner.