




When dreams for a country life appear, I try to dress myself as a country wife or at least what I’ve always imagined she might be wearing when tending the coop. This is my first time wearing my petticoat. I was an 8 year old flower girl the last time I wore a fluffy cloud underneath my bottom. When wearing my petticoat, it doesn’t matter how many times my fork falls into my lap at lunch, I still feel demure and ladylike.
Kisses!
