If you were to set a piece of cloth before me and warn that I could only make one thing, I would pick the fabric up, shake it out, drape it ’round my face to see if I could stand the color … and then proceed to make a dress.
Why a dress?
Is it because it’s old-fashioned, nostalgic of mommy’s closet?
Those elements play …
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