Sitting in a window on a dressing mannequin, viewed by a wide eyed girl, a lace dress shimmers soft and white. Oh how she wants to feel it caress her skin. She presses her face to the window and look at again and again. Each day she comes by, she longs for it to be hers. She hopes and waits patiently until she can make it her own. With ribbons and frills she imagines how she will look. At night she dreams of it's beauty, as she waits to sleep. Then one day she comes by and it is gone. Her heart falls into sadness, for her dream has been shattered. At home she sits solemnly peering out a window. Through lace curtains she views the world as it goes by. Then a light shines in her eyes, like the dawn of a new day. With great anticipation, she gets up and goes on her way. With a sewing kit and some scissors, she pulls the curtains down. She cuts and sews with great care, until she is done. With a fitted slip, she finishes her work until she thinks she has it right. Then standing in front of a mirror, she smiles with sheer delight. What she could not buy she has made for herself. The lace dress looks wonderful, as good at the one she saw in the store. Now her only problem is what to do about the curtains that are not hanging on her mother’s windows anymore?