Monday, April 12, 2010

silence in a world of color.


When I was a little girl, I was invited to 
a formal tea inspired by the traditions of a Victorian household.
When we arrived, all of us put on gowns trimmed with dainty lace collars,
and changed our street shoes to satin slippers.
We descended from the staircase with such grace, gently holding our 
hands slightly above the banister.
We were entirely too prim and overwhelmingly too proper for the modern world.
But I felt as if this were my world. I was meant to live this life.
We were living dolls, and this was our doll house.

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photographs by Jill Willcott.

1 comment:

heart in a cage said...

Wonderful!
I love your new wedges too!;)

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