The second in what will (hopefully) be an ongoing series of nostalgic photoblogging wherein I write about things I've accumulated over the years that have special meaning to me or significance in my life as I--slowly--unearth them.
Purchased along with a lot of other period clothing at a house sale in southern Maine when I was about eight years old, this particular silk dress is, as far as I'm concerned, the best of the lot. Though quite discolored with age and moth-eaten in places, it remains exquisitely beautiful with its handmade lace and tissue paper-fine silk.
After rediscovering it (somewhat worse for wear *grr* ) in the attic while we were clearing it out, I decided to frame it for display in a 22 x 28 poster frame, backed by a sheet of acid-free artist's paper. Once I get the chance, this lovely remnant of the Victorian era will occupy a prominent place on my bedroom wall.