Unraveling at the Seams
The tickle on my leg soon became a great irritation. I continued what I was doing, but often reaching down to brush, scratch or grab whatever was tickling me. I never slowed long enough to see what it was, but it felt like a hair or a spider web that surely could be brushed away. The last determined swipe finally grasped a now two foot long string. The beautiful lace trim drooped to my ankles, and there I stood about twenty minutes into unraveling my new gown. Now I had a big