A man with no legs

runs up the stairs

A woman with no hair

stops and stares


Do you have tiny moments in your life that stay with you? Moments that change you, guide you and speak to you?  This little poem  is about one of those moments for me.

Today’s photos are of a refashion of this top to now have no sleeves. And a tiny leather triangle addition to the split of this skirt. Two tiny things that have made the unbearable wearable again.

He really was running!