The Unreasonable Happiness of Hand Smocking
My friend Barbatia ... she who so astutely aligns JC Coriandre with Agent Provocateur ... recently pointed out how unreasonably happy she is made by hand smocking.
Who could not agree? It simply smacks of little girls' party dresses ... and *whisper* dreams of a granddaughter.
At least that's why it makes me unreasonably happy.
Imagine having a little girl to dress. Imagine a little closet filled with little dresses, all lovingly handsmocked by moi.
Imagine chocolate ice cream all over that exquisite handsmocking. Imagine returning said little chocolate-smeared charmer back to your daughter-in-law after you've had all the enjoyment.
Ahhh, if only it happens for me.
(Barbatia, this may not be your dream ... hope you're ok that I extrapolated.)