Once upon a time there was a young lass completely bewitched by the music of Mozart, Handel and Beethoven. She was absorbed in the production of wearable ornaments with rococo flourishes while daydreaming of a life lived in the paintings of Jean-Honoré Fragonard. Well that young lass was me and I still have an enduring passion for the frivolity, romance and decadence of this gracious era. Something I made half a life time ago (gosh, that sounds old!) was glinting at me under other “stuff” whilst clearing my section of treasures and old tat in my folks attic.
Well howdy stranger!
I had found a baroque bodice I made when still a teen. I remember hand printing musical score onto the sleeves, pleating the peplum of piano keys, modelling the treble and bass clefs, and beading the masses of pearls. It was my heartfelt homage to opera, art and beauty. I couldn’t part with it then and think I shall keep it a little bit longer, sentimental soul that I am. It represents a rosy moment in time and therefore becomes a keeper. So here is a picture before it is placed back in my section of organised clutter or as I prefer “a curated collection of treasures tended by diligent conservators”.
