My mother gave me this long black dress with sheer layer upon layer. She pulled it from her diamond-filled, treasure-trove, cave of wonders closet and handed it to me—me, her 5 foot daughter. When I hug her thin frame, my head barely makes it to her shoulders.
How then, can I fit such a comfortable, beautiful piece?
OMG I just discovered the Mother/daughterhood of the traveling dress.