I've made miniature dresses as gifts for my friends as little tokens. I've given them to  remind someone to hold on to hope, to celebrate someone's birthday, and to bring a moment of joy. Now, I've made them specifically to give as a bridal shower or wedding gift.

These one-of-a-kind dresses have been made specifically to give to someone in your life who is about to get married.

The bodice is constructed with carefully chosen wording (taken from a wedding ceremony) with one line prominent: "Knowing that day would lead to this one." The skirt is made from tulle and silk rose petals and decorated with miniature pearls. Each comes with its own custom hanger.

This other design also lends itself to a beautiful wedding or bridal gift. This particular one-of-a-kind dress is made from an Edna St. Vincent Millay poem.

It has a tulle and silk petal skirt with fairy feather wings and comes with its own handcrafted hanger. Soon, I'll be making these designs from the Kahil Gibran's classic poems and writing. 

I listen to music and almost become meditative when I make these.  They are miniature art pieces that sell for $35-40 each. If you are interested in one for yourself or a friend, please contact me. I can ship them.

I found a second hand paperback copy of Edna St. Vincent Millay sonnets and have made a series of miniature dresses out of them as April is National Poetry Month. This dress, made from an unnamed sonnet of her earlier work (see below). These one-of-a-kind dresses are $25; if interested, contact me

Not with libations, but with shouts and laughter
We drenched the altars of Love's sacred grove,
Shaking to earth green fruits, impatient after
The launching of the colored moths of Love.
Love's proper myrtle and his mother's zone
We bound about our irreligious brows,
And fettered him with garlands of our own,
And spread a banquet in his frugal house.
Not yet the god has spoken; but I fear
Though we should break our bodies in his flame,
And pour our blood upon his altar, here
Henceforward is a grove without a name,
A pasture to the shaggy goats of Pan,
Whence flee forever a woman and a man.
-"Unnamed Sonnets I-XII" by Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892-1950)