Back when I was a child, old ladies used to be a work of art. Many of them had been Victorian children, so their idea of keeping up appearances went way above what anyone is prepared to do now.
This was a fun bit of hand sewing, and was quite expensive even to make as cheaply as I possibly could. The fringing is extra long in memory of the Afghan Hound I didn’t get, and the trimmings were from a nice lady I like to go and see now and again.
An ode to grieving and bit of sewing fun. Many many expensive ostrich feathers were involved in the mask, and it requires breathing apparatus to actually wear due to the mirror face.