I found this silhouette twenty years’s ago in a trunk. The truck was in my parent’s attic, full of all kinds of unlikely pieces of cloth and costume. The silhouettes was languishing forgotten at the bottom.
At the time, I was helping my parent s to pack and move all their belongings as they left their Somerset village home for a smaller town house, more suited to retirement.
I asked Mum who it was.Continue reading Betty Harter’s Silhouette