Like a flower… I am to you. Why must I sit by the windowsill, looking beautiful, my petals curling to your desire, how I reach my stem so high, to try to touch you… you staring back at me from the sky. Your warm rays fill me, my stem grows higher and higher. With my looks I please you, and oh, how you admire. You tease me, making me think you are forever. You shine back at me, clever. But isn’t it sad…? You make me grow and then leave within the hour. You leave me, sitting on the windowsill, without any power. But oh, I try. I try to grow.
You set, and darkness succumbs me. The blackness fills around me. No, no you are not forever. For I am silly to try to impress you, within that twenty-four hour. The same routine is set to come, for you must go, leaving me numb.
You are the sun and I am the flower. Night always between us, a fate uncontrolled. I continue waiting… waiting for that happy-hour.
For one of my class assignments, we had to “re-invent” the skirt. I did research around the 1800’s. Women used to have large pockets under their skirts that rapped around their waist to carry coins. With the idea of pockets, and the shape of a flower in mind, I draped the design shown in the images above.
I wanted the design to be modern, imitating the shape of a rose, with attention to the waist, but still functional with pockets. The “petals” (drapes) are all large pockets. The left side cutout was an added design detail.
Within my research, I started thinking about the word “forever”. Does this exist, what does it mean? It brought me to the idea of how a flower sits on the windowsill, only there for visual pleasure. It relys on the sun for growth, but the sun must always set. It’s sad to me, how the flower is stuck, left in the darkness when night comes. I compare this to the idea of how a girl (the flower) and a guy (the sun). How she tries to catch him, but only to be disappointed…
because even the sun can’t shine forever…