One of my favorite things to do when I am home visiting my father and mother is to go up into the attic and look at my mom's old dresses. I climb up the stairs, open up the window to let the sunlight in and then pull out one dress at a time. I try to imagine what it would have been like to have been standing in front of the mirror with layers of satin, lace and ribbon surrounding me.
There is a store whose clothing is beautiful, simple and very feminine and when I look at them, it reminds me of a different time...like the times when I have been in the attic daydreaming while holding one of my mother's gown.
(Photos courtesy of: www.shopruche.com)
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