Her, over there, the one in the flowered and collared feed sack dress, by the rhododendron bush.
You know, the one you don’t see; the one so shy she doesn’t exist sometimes. I’ve seen her, I’ve heard her and I’m quite certain she’s there.
“Speak beautifully,” I told her and you’ll gain your voice sooner than not.
The inspiration for these thoughts came from a sweet little depression era feedsack dress. Purchasing details are available at the Mosstique Boutique