When I was around 2 or 3 my mom brought home a party dress for me. It was a peachy pink, with tulle rosettes on it. I'm not a "girly girl" by any stretch, but I thought this dress was the Prettiest Most Amazing thing EVER created. It was perfection, and I couldn't believe it was for me. To Wear. Really. I was almost afraid to touch it. My reaction to it was so strong that my mom saved the dress, it's packed away somewhere in her attic. I think if I had seen handmade dress above at that age my eyes would have clear popped out of my head.
I love the expression on her face, here's wishing you all that kind of excitement and joy!
(via Coquette Maman)
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