milk white gown. hm event.

Dear swinging trees, and sugar fawns bowing their heads.
The week has dressed itself in rose petals.  I have been busy as the blue bird, building a nestling for her baby chicks.   But I haven't been building. Just following trails of fashion events, playing student, wandering everywhere, and munching on oats.  

 

Before Thursday's rise, the sun was legless. The warmth of the land was unsheltered. And I was brimming with happiness.  I spent sun lit mornings, escaping through poetry, and found that my poems were etched in summer's solace.  That is, until, the sun wore boots, and walked away. Uninvited, the rain clouds formed, and fooled our bosoms with snow.   It's a melancholic atmosphere, when the weather makes trickery.   My feet are begging to be bare. My legs are displeased by tights. I want to scrunch my nose, squint my eyes, and watch the tree blossom.

For now, I'll make home inside of my head. And pretend the weather knows me better.. 

I am thankful I took pictures when the sky was pleasant. When the Sunbeam sugar dripped itself onto me. The day, true summer arrives, I will be missing.  You will find me beneath the apple tree, strumming heart strings, and making friends with the pearly wood nymph.  I will not carve myself by walls.  When my head bends, it'll bend by moss. My skin will glow, and give birth to tawny hues.  I will fall upon bed by midnight, after sipping strawberry juice, and I'll spend moonlight, dreaming of the next day's forest.

As I'm writing to you, the sun poked its head through my frame, and a red bird perched himself and sang me a melody. If the red bird can't bring the sun to melt the snow, then nothing can.  

if the sun~ wore legs~ that grew tired of walking~ then wintry~ witching~ would never come~ stalking
I kiss~ the soft air~ along~ your sugar teeth~ like pollen,~ I fall for you~ every time*  

Now, for the gown made of charm, and the marshmallow hue. This gown belongs to my Ma.  It's the dress she wore for her graduation.  Since I was a seedling, I fell for the drapery, and the sweet falling shoulder. The dress sat lonesome in her closet for years.  It was calling my body.  craving to be worn.

As I'm wearing this dress, I can feel the heart beats of an 18 year old girl who once wore it. Who once dreamed in it, who once bowed in it, who once dined in it, who once danced in it.  The same eighteen year old girl who swallowed sorrow and hummed tunes of starry nights. The same eighteen year old girl who fell for a boy born in May. The same girl who turned 19, then 20, then 21. The same girl who gave mirth and blithe, and turned into a woman.  The same girl who passed years tickling underarms, and filling kindred air for everyone.

One day, her belly grew, and inside of her belly, I grew.   If it hadn't been for her eyes, or her tresses, or her teeth. If it hadn't been for her misfortunes, and her grief, and her luck. Surely, she wouldn't have a girl wearing her milk white gown. Surely, I would have stayed a fox, and never evolved into a girl.  When attached to the gown, grooves of eeriness and enchantment tickle my spine. The same dress fit my mother, at the same age, in the same day light. 

Love you Ma.

On Wednesday evening, I joined the fashionable folk at the exclusive opening of H&M.   The entire evening was sprinkled in bliss.  I spent 5 pm, sipping gin, and giggling over steamed veggies with flower girl Adelaide. After merry talk, and merry eyes, we read our fortune cookies. Mine said, "You will travel many places."

By 6 pm, we pardoned our bill, and hurried our bodies to the store. It felt like I was stepping into a club. I had to tell my name, and they confirmed I was on the guest list.    As I walked into the store, my eyes began to wander... Frocks, delicate lace, porcelain hues.  When I'm adding clothes to my closet, I set my eyes for H&M. Their tags are charming, and reasonably priced. And to date, my collection of H&M attire has never bent, broken, or decayed.

The night was stirred in bubbly refreshments, finger foods, and lively music.  Unfortunately, the steamed veggies + gin took away my belly eyes, so I didn't taste any treats. But they looked toothsome.

The sugar of the evening was seeing all the plums from Calgary Fashion, and friend flowers whom I adore.
Deepest appreciation for the core downtown, and h&m. I'm already mulling and plotting a future visit.

Now it's time for rest, hot cocoa, and poetry sipping before the free people event in the morn.
Hugs, and wishes for healthy things x

what i wore

milk white gown- mom's grad dress 1970's

flower band- new york flea market $13

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