I attended the funeral of my friend’s mother today. I don’t like driving. Laura carried me there and home again. It was a hour away. Rayma was 88. She lived a rich, full life. I was there for those still living.
Sister Fleta needed a little dressy purse for a wedding! I stitched up this! I think it’ll work.
3 comments:
Love that purse! I'm going to more and more memorial services lately; it's difficult to say goodbye, especially when the people aren't that old. 88 is a good run!
Nice purse. Good that you could go to the Funeral and support your friend. We have a funeral on Friday a cousin who was 46. Not sure if we will go or not.
That's such a cute purse. You're very talented. It's nice that your daughter was able to give you a ride to the funeral.
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