Tattered organza shrug.

Here it is, at last. Six hundred ruffles, thirty hours at my trusty Husqvarna, three spools of thread, and three shades of silk organza: dove grey, sea glass and ivory. All that, and it barely weighs a pound. For Myra, as promised. I think I need one of these for myself. It's like wearing mist or meringue or the lightest butterfly wings. Oh, it's hard to part with this one...