As a little girl I remember running my clammy hands through my mother’s fabric basket. Voraciously I pulled out boutiques, florals, polka-dots, and endless masterpieces of calico and gingham from the woven […]
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As a little girl I remember running my clammy hands through my mother’s fabric basket. Voraciously I pulled out boutiques, florals, polka-dots, and endless masterpieces of calico and gingham from the woven […]