Only the Best: The Exceptional Life and Fashion of Ann Lowe
Across town an orchestra begins a waltz Candles are lit. The music swells and billowing skirts swish over the dance floor
Here in the garden outside a tiny dress shop there are no candles No music But quiet laughter and the swish of fabrics drift out a window The sweet smell of honeysuckle almost glimmers in the twilight Ann plucks a blossom and traces the petals
One day she will shape something just as perfect Inside the shop Ann's grandmother unrolls yards of taffeta and tulle Ann's mother measures the fabric against her imagination A dress begins to take shape
