Behold the lovely lady of the Botanical
Garden – wandering in a fragrant
oasis of roses and jasmine.
The kiss of the sun seducing lacey leaves
and waves of flowers. She dances in the
celebration of the glorious gifts of the earth.
They live in coral castles and sing deep in the ocean. But even deeper is their inner emotional world. They are endlessly entangled and
communicating wordlessly. They have an
intricate language that is known only to them.
The mermaids have a very secret life.
A tale of an innocent maiden driven to madness.
She is often depicted in paintings and music because there are no words to describe her ethereal beauty and tragic ending.
One summer night I heard voices from the lake mimicking and teasing me. I was at Echo Lake in The Indian Head Wilderness in the Catskills Mountains. Once in awhile I heard a small splash and saw blue moonlight reflecting on ripples. The mermaid muses would call back to me, and later they would sing to each other. There are many mermaid tales from the Native Americans. One of sisters that went in the water and could never leave. They are still there if you listen
during a full moon.
Even deadlier than her voice is the enticing perfume she creates. So strong it lures the sailors to the edge of the decks. It only takes seconds for them to become stunned–long enough for her to reach from the swirling foam and grasp an arm or a leg. Down she goes, fleeing while giggling only to find that her sweet lovers can’t survive in her depths. The pearly shells and coral caves silently witness her grieving until the next ship comes by and she tries again.
This studio couture work of art is a show stopper. The gown has an open back with fitted waist. The draped satin is in vibrant plum and magenta. Poised for the most memorable speech in Oscar history,
she portrays a little old school glamour
in full bloom.
The Queen Bee
The hive buzzes. The honeycomb fills. The drones exchange nervous glances. All is ready for the royal reception. Under a Versailles canopy the magnificent display of velvet and gold delights and enchants.
The Queen Mother has arrived.
Miss Dancing Flower
Please enter into her ultra-vivid world of French blues, wild orchids and scented jasmine.
Stay for awhile lost in her patterned dress and blowing ribbons.
Let these soul blossoms brighten your day as they lace through your needle and flutter across the linen.
A design like no other. She has all the new DMC colors on her fanciful frock. Patterns in her gown are inspired by the delicate florals on the tea sets at the Ritz-Carlton in NYC.
Her billowing gown is inspired by Renaissance paintings at the Metropolitan Musem of Art.
Her exquisite hair ornament and flowing ribbons are perfectly designed to enchant and delight.
The Duchess of Rouen
Masquerade is something that this Duchess has become used to. Her only reason to enter the foray of bumbling oafs and pretentions is to make use of it as a wonderful distraction. As the harpsicord plucks a melody, the Duchess of Rouen finds her way into the Empress’s secret butterfly garden yet again. She’s captivated by the humble beginnings of the lavender-winged beauties. The flowers smell of the country and home. They nearly drown out the waltzing of the perfumed masses just beyond the door.
Lilith of Labrador
From Newfoundland to Nantucket, she is the icy sea of Labrador and all of its currents. Like any fish, and like some people, where she lives depends on the season. In winter months, she swims south from the arctic, bringing with her a tremendous wave of cold. Yet her sister’s northerly currents mean she will never make it further south than the small fishing village of Monhegan, Maine. You can see her in winter sitting on the southern rocks, watching as the waves block her off from the world.