So the funny thing is that as a designer, I have hundreds of dollars of materials in my inventory - trim, vintage laces, vintage appliques, kuchi, beads of iridescent or bone or brass persuasion, flowers, and more... and with Mom working like one of Santa's elves, I'm nearly out. Yes, folks. My coffers are almost empty. She literally leaves my house with shopping bags full of lace and trim. Her tiny 5 foot body slowly trudges out to the car, her head bowed in the deep thoughts that only artists have, oblivious to anything else but driving home and getting her hands on a sewing needle. I always underestimate her. I figure she'll come back with the nice, simple design we'd decided on before she left. She comes back with that mofo COVERED in glitz and sequins and venitian glass fringe - sometimes more than one kind, and layered. It makes me laugh every time. Genius.
Skirt by the illustrious Dusty Paik.
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