Inspiration

The shy, surprised smile

Of every bride walking into the studio.

Wonder in curious green eyes of my oldest daughter.

Sometimes an idea for a dress begins in those eyes

Waits weeks and months

To find the right bride

And there she comes

Pencils racing on paper, fabrics cut

Laces stretched, pearls weaved.

Eyes sparkle.

Inspiration is magic. It’s a miracle that happens here every day.