I really have no idea whose dress this was but I can picture my mother in it. It could have been my Aunt Helen’s but she was younger. Now there is absolutely no one left who could tell me. They are all gone.
I just love it with it’s tiny embroidered pink and rose-colored roses with the blue and pale green highlights. It’s too fragile to use but I could preserve it in a frame. Do you suppose that is what happens to us as we age – we get fragile and can’t do those things we used to love to do?
It even has an under dress of taffeta – I had to look that one up. I think that we all mispronounce taffeta.