My Mother, The Sewing Queen

I bow to my mothers superior sewing skills. She is the queen of seamstressing. She has taken a sixty year old dress made out of parachutes silk, made by my great-grandmother, worn by my grandmother and my mother herself for their wedding, which smelled of rotting lace and moth balls when we found it, and resurrected it to fulfill my wish of wearing it at my wedding. I proudly posts the fruits of her labor.



And I don't care if I'm ruining the surprise by posting the dress (and is will look even better when its done so...). I think everyone should see how awesome my mom is. All hail the queen.