Wedding bells

Sis and I fly between our two remaining aunts for our Sunday dinners. This week is Aunt L’s turn to feed us :-) She has been having a clear out and she found this picture. It was one I did when I was 6 years old! I was a bridesmaid at her wedding and obviously made her this for her wedding day. For some strange reason it made me cry. We have very little of our childhood left, neither of our parents were sentimental or bothered enough to keep stuff and so most of it went long ago. This was so lovely to touch after 46 years!