Memories

Last night I dreamt about a dress I had made for my daughter. I had taken the fabric, lace and buttons from a dress that I had worn in my youth. I hadn’t thought of that little dress in years. But in my dream I remembered every detail. It was navy blue with tiny red cherries all over it. The lace was delicate and the buttons where pearly white. I remember my baby in the dress. Funny how our minds hold all those memories.