Council House, 1972

When did you know you wanted to be in fashion? When I was about 3 years old, I drew a dress

on the wall. And what dress was it? Cinderella.


When she turned, I’d never seen anything like it.

Dress made for charming prince and fairy.

I could manage the little sleeves, tiny waist rising

out of skirts which laughed as they traveled with her across the ballroom floor.

And they had stars woven in them.

I got caught wondering, how to draw that color – sea coast changing to dawn.

There was trouble, but I didn’t care. I knew it was the dress

that saved her. All the rest was just a story.



Originally published in TINGE.