Oh yeah, and she makes a new gown every year. Are you kidding me? If I made this
gown Gown, it would be my Gown for life. I'd come barging out of the sewing room like a surgeon who's been squinting over a body cavity all night. Sweat beading on my forehead, a crazed look in my eyes. My hair askew and scissors in hand, children scattering in all directions from the sight of me. "Never again", I'd hiss. 900 hand-sewn pearls would prove to be my undoing.
So, can I get an amen for Saretta and her incredible handiwork? And the fact that, in this photo, she's probably already plotting her next gown?