Dressmaking was a family tradition and her grandmother had taught her all she knew, but rarely had she got the time to make something for herself.
She’d made her daughter’s wedding dress and then lots of things for her own granddaughters but it had been twenty years since she’d made something for herself.
She carefully took her measurements across the bust, waist, and hips then stared down at the numbers perplexed. How could she have changed so much!
Once she began, the familiar process happened quickly and before she knew it, the green silk gown had formed on the mannikin. It was quite plain, she didn’t want to outshine her own granddaughter at her wedding, after all. Then she added just one ribbon around the neckline to zhuzh it up a bit.
On the day, as she watched her granddaughter, she was so proud of the family she had made.
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