This dress dummy belonged to my husband’s mother. She died the year before my father did back in the early 80’s, making K the only other person I knew for a long time who had also lost a parent.
I passed the dressmaker countless times on my way to watch TV with his sister in the basement playroom when we were kids. It usually keeps me company downstairs. K thinks a black sweater would show off the necklaces better, but I love the worn surface.
I purchased some of these velvet covered necklace stands last week. Not crazy about them but they’ll work.
Finn and I walked in a light flurry this morning. It’s more than a dusting.
Tired today. Not just of snow.
I plan to compensate for some Sunday tensions and a poor night’s sleep with homemade beef with barley soup a little later. Stitching will satisfy, I hope.