At 60, I finally started living for myself. I’d sewn my own blush-pink wedding dress—soft satin, lace stitched one careful night at a time—ready to marry a man who saw me.
At 60, I finally started living for myself. I’d sewn my own blush-pink wedding dress—soft satin, lace stitched one careful night at a time—ready to marry a man who saw me.