Cleansed....

the silk summer skirts
the silk summer blouses
the silk fall sweaters
the embroidered cardigan sweaters
the fuzzy, angora sweaters
the cottage-rose covered, elegant sundresses
the smart sweater/skirt sets
the bold-colored/light-as-air summer blouse/pants suits
the bold, abstracted, elegant sundresses
the 'African-printed' sundresses& blouses


But, oh;

the full pleated skirts that swirled in the wind @ the slightest movement
the heavy, sparkly dinner jackets that caught the glint of the slightest light
the sheer, barely-there blouses in bold reds, blacks & whites that had to have required a camisole
the shine, the glamour, the elegance...

I picture a black-haired, Italian beauty
with shining, dark, sparkling eyes
with long, dark lashes
and a curvy, knock-out figure
and a huge, beautiful, welcoming smile
and a laugh that sounded of bell tinkles
as she was being wisked about the ball room floor
to a classic waltz
trailing the scent of Lair du Temps perfume

and as I go through mountains of this clothing in the laundry room
i make a pile of what will go & what will stay
the shiny things are not my style, but I appreciate the joy
they once brought
but the other things, I shall delicately handle, wash, hang, dry- clean
and wear them all with honor
of an Italian beauty, named Mary Louise..







Sunday Scribbling prompt: "clean"