Lacey, Oh Lacey
When I see lace now, whether encased behind glass at the Isabella Gardner’s Museum in Boston or on a shirt tucked away in my closet, it is a reminder of the invisible thread tying me to the people I love.
When I see lace now, whether encased behind glass at the Isabella Gardner’s Museum in Boston or on a shirt tucked away in my closet, it is a reminder of the invisible thread tying me to the people I love.