A family home to gather around. The warmth of summer and the laughter at the bottom of the garden. Memories come flooding back, and it doesn't matter if you embroider a little to spice things up.
They're off to the river for a swim. The children with their grandparents. She stays there, searching the house for cool corners. In the attic, she finds a trunk full of forgotten clothes. Improbable fittings.
The eras overlap. Mixtures of genres, materials and transparency. All you have to do is love, she thinks, and her sudden smile is terribly beautiful.
