This woman I know quite the old hippie gave me this lovely gift
A softened silk and denim dress Folded loosely just handed to me, unwrapped (We felt the same about the waste of paper) “This is for you.” Opening it, I saw its gentle gathers from the shoulders almost elegant, its drape and the rough but soft and dark of it Real indigo dye with silk laces from bust to waist
...then the tiny stitching... NO! Not by machine! Knew the labor was – intensive Every edge was finished, sewn by her caring hand!
"Oh, lady of my dream
whom I do not know I THANK YOU! From my soul" I would have made this in another life – time of hope and longing
And then I saw that seam! along the side that wasn't... really... just those thicker threads a silk macrame of knotted net so – bold to hold that one inch open to hint at nothing – and everything – in between
“Oh hell! Oh ****! Does it come with an occasion??!!” She smiled somewhere between shy and sly
You get them when I get them. This from a month ago.