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As I held each costume up, it invoked memories that were multilayered. The satisfaction and joy on my child’s face - the anticipation of the event - but also what was going on in my life at the time I diligently sewed each stitch.
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So appreciate something that you do well. Think about all those latent skills that you haven’t used in years. Maybe it will provoke you to express yourself in a new or different way.
Beloved you are . . .
Rhonda