THE PINK DRESS

I watched her as she took out the 6 yard pieces of fine fabric and laid it on the table. I stood by to admire the piece of art in front of me. Stretched my hand and ran my fingers across the delicate texture, feeling the finesse of the immaculately dyed colours.

And then she brought out a scissors and started to shred the fabric, I watched on in horror as the disfiguring process continued. Why? I asked, but she smiled at me coolly, and said just watch…

So the pieces lay strewed hopelessly on the tailors table. They seemed irreparably scattered to me, my heart sank at what looked like the waste of such beauty.

Well, she picked up a round piece and sewed it on a square one, a rose on this and a ribbon on that.

Stunning enough, the messy pieces started making perfect sense, one or two frills, a couple of velvety buttons,

Voila; little by little, gradually and slowly, an attractive pink dress came out of the once pitiable pieces.

Now hear this; in situations when it appears as though you are being burnt and baked, remember gold must always pass through fire to be refined

Cute Pink Dress

Refined gold