This dress feels like summer picnics, tastes like homemade lemonade and raspberry sorbet--not literally of course. It's just I always imbue romantic qualities into my clothes; they transport me to places I dream of being or sometimes places I've been and long to return to. I remember a picnic I had once in junior high with my sister. We crossed the boundary beyond our backyard and spread our blanket on an overgrown and unclaimed field of tall grasses and wildflowers. It was a perfect sunny day and we happily munched away on Nutella sandwiches and crackers...until some bees discovered our sweets and chased us back indoors. Still, it was a pleasant little meal and one of the too rare times I've eaten outside. I have romantic tendencies of seeing a dress and immediately picturing a stroll along the Seine followed by a shared bottle of wine and conversation perched on nearby cobblestones while the sun sets, but my life is quite balanced with reality--I remember the bug bites I've gained from twilights outside, twisted ankles from heels on cobblestones, and bees bringing my picnics to an abrupt conclusion...But that doesn't stop one from dreaming.
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