awash in stars…

I often let my mind wander. Thoughts scatter from one image to the next almost without rhyme or reason. If someone were to ask me a question while in the middle of this thought process, most likely they would get response of “what did you say?” or “hm?”.

Usually many images capture me. Recently one has had my almost complete attention. The image I’ve been daydreaming about quite frequently is that of a dress. One simple dress.

It has tiny stars sewn into the top most part of the bodice which just slightly catches the glow of light surrounding it. The lower part of the dress is gauzy, like a cloud seeming to float, an invisibility to the layers of silk it conceals, and the outer most part is lined with stars as well, though fainter than the ones above. So subtle the stars would be. Blending in with everything else yet still there. Like a night without stars. Knowledge that the stars still exist is assured though they are not visible to one’s eyes.

The color of the dress escapes me. Perhaps a soft combination of gold, the lightest of blues and white. Just faint touches of color.

It’s beautiful.

The image extends however. I know just how my hair would be worn to suit the dress. Where it would fall. How it would caress my shoulder. The cold touch of a bracelet, sliding down my arm as I brush away a stray curl.

What jewels I would wear.

I don’t wear them often.

When I wear jewelry, I want it to mean something. There is symbolism connected to it. The last piece of jewelry I’ve worn faithfully *besides my great-grandmother’s ring* was a necklace Don-Ryan gave me. I told him I would never take it off. It was my connection to him when he was gone.

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The dress that I described above, the dress that I keep imagining is a dress I’ve imagined for quite some time now, just not as often as I have been recently. It’s an image of how I always thought I would love to have a wedding dress be. Simple. Beautiful in an understated way.

I envision myself wearing the dress down to the littlest detail. But I can’t envision anything else.

I want to make that dress someday.