Well hello there.
It's been ages.
I have realized that things are changing. I know I keep repeating this, but I really haven't recognized this person that has emerged from the wreckage. I have made a transformation. Came out of the proverbial cocoon if you will. And I am becoming a beautifully color saturated butterfly. Not the drab moth dancing in a world of vivid hues as I imagined my myself in the years past.
Today I wake up with the urge to make heart shaped pancakes for my boo while listening to Au Revoir Simone and loving the early morning sunlight on my face. I don't get inspired by the darkness of my crisp navy taffeta or lush black velvet fabric remnants thrown about my sewing studio. I find myself shopping at Anthropology before Hot Topic, buying fancy things like antique wall hooks and sparkling hourglasses and I drool over tiny cotton sleeveless dresses adorned with snaps and grommets lacquered in red and pink. I close my eyes and I can see the perfect pair of red-orange kitten heels that I must have to complete the ensemble.
It's strange, I can't even imagine the places to don the dark couture costumey creations I have made in the past. I can only conjure up the art openings and dinner parties that the new conceptions of my new mind bring to me. I see the colors: yellow, red, pink, peach, lilac, beige, white and light gray. These will be modeled by fashionable ladies accessorized by vintage purses and frou frou hair pieces. This is a world that is new to me. Like Alice crossing through to the looking glass, is this imaginary or real? Will it all disappear in blink of an eye like so many other fleeting images have passed through my cerebellum? All I know is that I am delighted by this universe of iridescence and it seems that love might have been the catalyst; thank you Liza.
So yes, LOVE, love has conquered the shadows of the past, along with age.... I think I have finally moved on.... to a new domain... prepare for ready to wear.
