Another one of my girls is set free. When I started these little stitched pieces my daughter was somewhere around 9 or 10 ish? I would stitch a little portrait and ask her to write a small story to go with it and then I’d stitch the story to the portrait. I sewed a few of these onto pillow covers. Sadly, these are gone. Somewhere. I have one left. It will eventually find it’s way out into the world along with the others.This one never got her story told.
She wore the dress every day for months. She rinsed it in the bathroom sink every three or four days, depending. She would fill the bathroom sink and use some of her lavender soap to wash the armpits then hang it in the shower to dry. Some mornings the dress was still damp but she would put it on and let the heat from her skin do the rest. It would be dry as a corn husk by the time she got to the Owl’s Roost.