The things I remember about my great-grandmother are few: She taught me the word "ardent," played cards, packed lunches with iced tea in mason jars, and finished every room with a bit of blue.
This dress belonged to her, and I had it taken up, in, to fit me before the move. It is awfully sweet, a dress whose details will now have housed two sets of elbows; its folds, four hips. Maybe I will be braver having worn it, more ardent, better at cards. Maybe she's why I drink from mason jars, love blue.
8 maids a-milking:
I really love this post. You are such a lovely girl.
She sounds lovely. I think a little bit of her passed right on through to you.
It looks lovely and so current.
Aren't things with a bit of history so much more romantic and wonderful?
you are my favorite.
ardent. I should use that word more often.
And I too will pack iced tea in mason jars!
<3
wonderful post.
beautiful post, beautiful dress. i wore my mothers wedding dress to my reception and felt near emotions to these.
xo
Emily
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