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My Vintage Gown

This morning I decided I was going to spend the day organizing my Poshmark Closet. While doing so I came across a vintage dress that my good friend Anna had given me several years ago. She knew how much I loved fashion and especially vintage pieces. I remember the day that she insisted that I have it, and today I am so thankful I accepted.

This dress is a gorgeous Alicia Gown and has always been one of my favorite pieces in my collection. Recently Anna passed away - as I was steaming the gown and placing the lace down that had folded up, I was reminded of what a great and caring person Anna was. She was extremely generous and loving - I am blessed that I had 7 years of her in my life.                                                                                          
This dress I decided will not be part of my Poshmark Closet - it will remain in my personal closet in memory of my good friend.

What a strange power there is in clothing.  ~Isaac Bashevis Singer
C's Closet


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