And other magics too.
A dear friend. One of the dearest. We hated each other at first sight age 14. Hate’s a strong word -we weren’t so sure- in that way like when you first taste a flavor – say – root-beer (this is my story) and you think – oddly delightful? Or, gummy nasty Sucre? In the case of this wee beastie -she’s oddly delightful. In the case of root-beer, get it away from me.
She grew up to be a wildly enchanting woman. Get a load: Professor, at a deaf university, whilst reciting opera, backwards, spinning fire, and being quoted by Dan Savage (I can’t make this shite up -I’m not even telling you the juicy bits). She’s also my finest patron of remarkable dresses. So she calls me Late thursday night: “I dreamed that dress. The one you put up today in the f/w12 collection -You know the one (I did). I need it. By tomorrow night.”
Good thing she’s the sample size.
Here she is. In a wood. Being a dyrad.
Which leads me to magic and believing in fairies. Sometimes when you hand dye and make the right slip of a thing – with Persephone buttons, epic constellation embroidery and vintage metal beads shooting across a shoulder like stars, and then you call it mythic? Sometimes it has a home on one of your dearest pals. It’s a good day to be a dreamer of dresses.
There’s only 1 more of these guys. Shop update on Oct. 1st. Made to order to fit a size 6,8,10,or 12. And then it’s gone. The way of myth.
Completely Stunning. When I first saw the back of that I thought: F needs that dress… especially with the marque. I mean dang. That is just perfect. wow woman and dress = stunning!