Shelly Ann Moon

Cutting Into The Past Yields Truths About the Future

I stood looking at the shiny black jacquard dress, scissors in hand, considering where to make the first cut. The choir dress on my cutting table that had been worn by a generation of high school girls was recently replaced by a more stylish velvet and chiffon style. I was considering how to cut apart the old dress and transform it into something new and useful. In many ways, I was doing the same thing with my life.