A lovely old but tattered silk often reminds me of a sunset or a romantic candlelight dinner or burnished leaves. I like the way old silk decays like those leaves I step on each morning now as I go on my walks. It slowly falls from its perch and hangs and droops and then shreds. It is the faded rose before it falls away as petals do from the bud.
Ooh, that color is edible it so beautiful. Have you tried it on. I know what silk does but maybe if you very carefully let it float onto you maybe you can create what it felt like to wear something so incredibly lovely. Hold your breath, turn around and look into the mirror.
Wow, is that pretty.
We have soggy leaves now.
That is a dreaming dress….
Beautiful, beautiful!
What a beautiful thought, thank you, it will lull me to sleep tonight as Autumn weaves its wonderful spell. x