Are you like me, at a loss for words to describe an “Art Gown” that is its own Fairytale?
Okay, at least we know it opens with: Once Upon A Time
Virginia, a retired chef & her romantic, fanciful blog Bel’ Occhio have inspired this Art Gown. You’ll find some of her recipes on this blog, but if you have the appetite for more delicious creations visit her at Mrs. Butterfingers
ONCE UPON A TIME
There was a beautiful young girl named Virginia who lived in the Empire of Amore. Unfortunately, she was very poor, a seamstress for the wealthy merchants of the Kingdom.
The Emperor demanded his son, Prince Will, marry. He decreed a holiday with a Royal procession throughout the Empire. All “Virgins” of marrying age were to don their prettiest gowns & attend.
Virgina’s mind was on her sewing when The “Town Crier” made the announcement. What she heard as his words floated up from the street and through her window was “All Virginias were to don their pretty gowns for the procession.”
Alas, poor Virginia had no gown, but owned some yardage of thin taffeta, the color not in fashion.
Virginia would sew a gown, but it would be very plain. She had no lace nor gems to decorate it with.
All she had was a modest piece of net, a length of ratty marabou & colorful scraps of silks from her rich clients.
Using “Tailor Tacks” she overlaid the net best she could.
Virginia then decided to make the scraps into an luxurious abundance of braided trim.
She braided for many days and many nights then creatively attached the silk braids to the gown.
When it was finished, her gown was far more beautiful than any of the bejeweled and otherwise overly embellished “Gowns of the Empire”.
On the day of the event, Virginia took her place along the procession route with hundreds of other girls in gowns.
“My, my” she said to herself, “I had no idea how many girls were named Virginia.”
As the parade moved past her, Prince Will was smitten with Virginia’s beauty and the uniqueness of her gown. He took her in his arms, and asked her to be his future Empress d’Amore.
The Emperor announced to the cheering crowd that Prince Will had chosen his Virgin bride.
“Oh dear!” cried Virginia, “I’m not a virgin, but my name is Virginia.” The Emperor’s men tore her from the Prince’s arms. All he was left with was a hand full of colorful silk braids.
Prince Will denounced his title, and set out on his white steed to find his beloved Virginia. He wore the colorful silk braids around his neck, as he wandered the Empire.
When Will learned of her lofty prison. He took the braids from his neck & made a rope.
A dove took the end of the silk rope, and flew up to Virginia’s window. Recognizing the braids, she threw open the sash and the dove flew in.
Using the rope, Virgina climbed down from the tower.
With his Love in his arms, Will galloped away on his strong white steed, as the people cheered.
The Emperor died, unloved and lonely.
Due to the the people’s love, Will was made Emperor, and Virginia became Empress.
THE MORAL OF THIS TALE
Don’t mess with love! It has a Will of its own, and being a Virgin has nothing to do with it.