(dress from through the looking glass vintage, secondhand horace swiderweb knit, madewell boots)
This has truly been the spring of my discontent. My listlessness knows no reason, no rhyme, no purpose, it has just settled over me like a veil, a magnet for dust upon my creativity. That changed yesterday. It was cold and raining and the wind that darted across the lake caused my bones to rattle unceremoniously, having been accustomed to the icy chill. But it was as if a productivity switch was turned in my brain; I spent the day relishing this burst of inspiration I was feeling, and have resolved to make my summer an artistically meaningful one. This means more hours labored over my laptop, writing and spilling out the darkest things I've known, clearing out the cobwebs of my early twenties. It is an attic of memories that make me tremble.
This dress is probably from the 90's. The inner lining was trimmed to my knees giving the bottom half of the dress a ghostly transparency. A neat little DIY to keep in the back of one's mind.
Tiny roses are blooming in my backyard. I am taking strength from their vitality.