I love the life of your hat,
I once had a dress like that.
All grace and glamour,
The boy’s would clamour
To glimpse the off shoulder
French fancy.
And me, at sixteen,
I learned how to preen
I perfected a wiggle,
A look over my shoulder,
But under my brows.
The dress held my joi de vivre
My confidence my class.
It was in the lace,
While I hid the blush
Upon my face.
My parisienne dress
wasn’t me.
But in it, I could be,
Entertaining and sweet.
They would fall at my feet,
And I could shoo them away.
Back then, when age was nothing
But a moment in time.
Confidence plucked from air
As the flower in my hair.
It was all so fleeting,
like a clandestine meeting.
Has a cheeky vibe to it 😉 x
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It is the saucy angle she wears her hat. 😁
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I made my own dresses but none with a cold shoulder. Exquisite!
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Very industrious and thank you for reading and taking part. My skills are not cutty-sewey, unlike today’s cold shoulder, the dress in question was more Bardot. 😆
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🤪
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Enjoyed. You had me thinking of past outfits that took me out of myself.
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Fashion means so much to the young. A dress did and still can transform someone’s confidence as well as their look.
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Thank you immensely, happy 2018
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I love this poem, Ellen.
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Based on fact the true ones tend to flow so easily. Thanks for reading.
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Very true that. This one certainly has that natural balance and flow. That said, I don’t think I’ve read anything of yours that doesn’t.
Lovely stuff, as always.
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Thank you I am touched… or so the husband says ‘tahdah boom!’
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There is always that “one” dress that was a hit, a highlight, a keeper. I love the pillbox hat. Interesting we don’t really wear hats any more. It used to be a thing. Still is in England I guess. I’d love a really GREAT hat! yikes I’m getting old mwhaha
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We only wear them in the winter, at weddings, maybe at the queens garden party, if you were invited and ladies day at the races.
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Yes, I see that on tv well the internet anyway hehe
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But i must say I look a bugger in a hat …
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lol, I know what you mean. I have to wear a special type of hat or I look wretched. I like big and floppy, which isn’t the style that suits me. I tend to angle them which looks better too, but try to find that today lol.
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Perhaps in England, but Canada isn’t known for it’s hats, just tougues and lol that sort.
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Winter woolly hats are cool. 😎
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I used to knit and crochet so I have a selection I’ve made for myself and everyone in the family. My current favourite is a bright pink had with a white band that I can angle lol. I think everyone wore theirs out, but I’m not making any this year.
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Bugger I nearly got one… hey ho there is always next year 😃😄
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lmao there is that! hehe
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Lovely memories brought back by your poetry. Thank you 🌼
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Thank you x I love your comments come back again soon.😘
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Mine was a floaty yellow party dress when I was about 7. I loved that dress!
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It is funny how clothes mark our growth, more than inches… or is that because we (vertically challenged) dislike the tape measure. Haaha!
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