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Into Time...the Glimpse

How fondly I used to sit at that window. No matter the season, the day, the hour. The outside world seemed to pass by, and it did in a sense. However what I gleaned from my observations, to me, meant to much more than actually taking part in goings on of the day to day.

Mother sensed my need to broaden my sensibilities, she encouraged me to go out, become a part of, instead of a watcher of. What she did not understand is that it was really the other way around. I am the one living, they are simply a part of my entertainment. As real as Punch and Judy puppets.

One day, a little boy looked up at the window. He was playing with his ball and it bounced away. How odd for him to look up I thought, it's surely not as if the ball bounced all the way up here. Look he did, in fact he stared. I know what he was thinking. He was saying to himself, look at that woman staring out of that window at me. Or is she a woman, could she be a mannequin? Or perhaps a large puppet? --- So I waved, just a small movement of my hand, but enough to let him know what he saw was real. --- I waved and he blinked and than ran away, still looking for his ball.


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Over the Grove

She put here mouth to the glass, and than pulled back. Sensing the wine, and capturing all of it's flavors and essences before ever tasting it was simply crucial. Not only to the connoisseur but to the poet; and while she was no wine expert she did know a thing or two about prose.

Finally she sipped, a teeny, bit, than some more, and finally nearly a full mouthful. It was good, she wasn't even sure what it was, but it was good, she knew that. Was that a hint of ...raspberry? Startled she looked down into the glass as if it held the answer for her. Turning around she went to search for the bottle, she had to see the label. There it was, over there on the wooden table. Before she could reach it though, Tomaso, stepped out onto the terrace.

"No need. Along your tongue to figure it out, let it explore the sensations, allow your tastebuds to work and to grow in learning subtle textures. You do not need to be an expert, you simply need to fully understand your taste range."

She wanted to say "yes but, I was only trying to figure out what was in it. Saying this however seemed trite, perhaps stale, or even under ripe. So she simply turned to Tomaso with the snack board in hand and gesturing her head toward it's little delectables said to him: "Olive?"

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Tango Darling

If music be the food of love, play on.
~ Shakespeare,Twelfth Night Act 1, scene 1, 1

Aaaah the sound of The Tango. Teetering on raucousness, yet always smooth in it's delivery. Just like a lover with glossy beguiling words.

Convincing my lovely Sonia that dancing anything else would be to stand in complete irreverence to the art form of dancing, seems to have no meaning to her.

Oh my dear Sonia! Can't you feel, can't you see, won't you tremble. This is the Tango!

Oh but she is swaying to the samba even now, she is challenging the Cha Cha and even warming to the Waltz! Sonia my beloved, What of Vida Mia on the day we felt jolly and light of heart, our performance to Te aconsejo que me olvides, did that me nothing to you?

Sonia what will you have me do? Will my recourse be to find another dancing partner?



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Dilly Dally Dolly

"Dolly oh Dolly, yoo hoo are you in here, Dollly"

"I'm in the bedroom Leena putting on my new dress, the one the color of Pewter, Oh Leena can't wait for you to see this, it's beautiful."

Dolly you sure it deserve working as hard as you do for old Mister Pinthrope at the dime store, he can be such a beast sometimes can't he?!"

"Oh yes, I do think he's a lamb though, on the inside that is" --- "Leena no need to laugh that hard!"

"Yes there is! What are you sweet on him or something? And for Pete's sake when are you coming out of that room?"

"Okay, okay, are you ready?"

"Dollllllly!"

Dolly sprinted out in her usual pixie manner.

Leena stood back with her mouth open, "Why Dolly it's just lovely, just lovely, all those little flaps and such, it's very YOU, and I have the perfect little hat to go with it, a present for you, to thank you with all the help you gave me with the wash on Sunday. I made it hope you like it."

"Leena it's wonderful! I'll put it on right now."

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Considerations of a would be Venezian Courtesan

This is actually a charming man. Much better than the last. Of course a girl cannot have too few, ah no not when she has my aspirations! I am how you say...in cicra de preda...On the prowl..is my English translation good, yes? Should I be ashamed??? I bat the ciglios and play the coquette, but it is for a purpose si? However there might be other work, for a good reputazione. My mama says, this work is good for a girl like me, bella...pretty, my papa says, he sees matrimonio but only after instruzione...maybe papa, maybe. Dottore assisstenza? To be a nurse?!...maybe there is another life for me after all.

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Pirette

For all of you who might not be in the know, I'm a Pirate, or a Pirette as I call it. Seeing as how mes a female of the kind. Oh it might seem all fun and games to some, especially to the young 'uns, but let Burana (for that be me name) tell you otherwise! Fighting and toiling and pillaging is not easy work, especially the way I goes about it! For I see no reason to take from those with too much...oh no...however I do see great reason to take from...other Pirates! Don't be scrunching up your face and giving me that look! And why not I ask you, they've done all the initial work, and I'm just doing my job keeping the seas from the unruly types of our brand. Fair be thee matey, I no longer wish to have this discussion.

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Lady Gracey's Flirtation at the Dinner Table

"No reallllly James I don't ever think I've laughed so hard."

Of course I've not laughed so hard, the corset I'm wearing is pushing "me" up just about as high as they can go, and laughing produces the ladylike yet oh so vixen effect of making them jiggle ever so slightly and grabbing his attention. For heavens sake the thing a woman goes though. James might actually be worth all of this though, look at those eyes, those lips, and quite a fortune I hear, his grandfather made the family rich 75 years ago with of all things...pickles.

"James, dear, I do wonder if you're really looking at my eyes or simply staring at my collar!"

"Lady Gracey, it's a little bit of both."

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Emily's Winter

Barely managing to shut the doors against the wind, Emily came inside and let out a resounding "humph". As her sister Maude looked up from her reading and gave a vague smile,

Emily proceeded on. "King Solomon said that there's a time and place for everything, I must say though, that I've yet to agree with a time or place for the season of Winter."

"Than my dear Emily" responded Maude, "you've been born into the wrong family...New Englanders, and if you possibly have it to do over next time you ought to pick a warmer familial bond of folks living somewhere in the West Indies". Emily looked at her sister from the side of her eyes with one or two thoughts about simply being born into a family without Maude. Than she smiled, Maude may be sarcastic, but she was after all...her sister.

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Mini mini stories and fashion

For each piece of wearable art I create there is a story that goes along with it in my head. So I will create mini mini stories that tease the mind to help you see exactly where each of my pieces belong.