Grief is the price of love.
This phrase, popularized by Queen Elizabeth II, is on my mind today. This week, the life of a close friend, an amazing woman, was snuffed out by that cruel mistress of fate, cancer. Laura was, really, just the best. I met her in 1988 when someone, thankfully, recommended her sewing skills to me. I was getting married and had it in my head that I’d wear my grandmother’s wedding dress–she was wed in May of 1929–but my grandmother was four inches shorter than I am and she’d bound her breasts which I was disinclined to do. Laura worked a miracle* and we became friends. We lost touch for several decades and then, several years ago, reconnected over our love of Bollywood and happy endings. I will miss her terribly.
Since she went into hospice, I’ve been having a hard time sticking with any of the novels I keep trying. I start them and then I put them down. I think I need a true comfort read. You know, the sort of book that acts as a hug and reminds us that, yes, it is all worth it.
What would you suggest?
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Here is said dress. She added a sash, made of lace she found and dyed with tea, repurposed a gorgeous pearled buckle from my grandmother’s veil, cut out the back, and viola!
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