Per Chance to Dream

I'm sure Mr. Shakespeare wouldn't mind me borrowing a line from him, and totally out of context, especially if he could see the dress it's devoted to.  This dress is made of the stuff of dreams if anything ever were.  It is so stunningly gorgeous and I'm afraid with each new Teuta dress I only want more.  

Finding a new designer from whom I adore absolutely everything is like the excitement of young love when you meet someone new and wonder, are you the one?  Unlike love, I've never really found a "forever" kind of relationship with a designer, and that's how it's meant to be in the fashion world.  Styles are for a season in your life.  Your look will change as your life and body change, and that's how it should be.  

For the moment and the season, I am perfectly pleased to be totally obsessed with all things Teuta Matoshi.  These dresses are beyond gorgeous and amazing and everything I'd want and totally frivolous to a woman living on a homestead in the mid-west, but what's life without a little frivolity now and then?  The farm will take every ounce of femininity a girl has if she's not careful.

When I first discovered TM, I just adored every single dress I saw, but I was particularly taken with this Floral Dreams dress.  Of all her dresses, this one was my dream dress.  I would have ordered it immediately, but because it was beyond floor-length I decided against it since I've never been to a single event in my life where I needed such a gown.  I opted for two other dresses, which you can view here and here.  While I waited on them to arrive, I kept looking back at the Floral Dreams dress and wondering why couldn't they just make a shorter skirt.  So......I asked them.  And they said yes!

They fully customized the size of the dress for my measurements and it fits like a glove.  Like a glove that was made for me personally.  Like they took photos of my hand and made a plaster cast and sewed every stitch while thinking of me.  That kind of glove.  Wow, I've never had a custom made dress before.  And now that I have, I don't know if I can go back to off-the-rack sizes after this.

Forgive me for posting a little late this morning.  The woods were boisterous and musical, everything waking up and coming alive, and the sunshine was so sweet that I took my time and filled my arms with so many blossoms that you may rightly be wondering at this moment, Did she leave any daffodils?  Well, there just happens to be an old one room school house on my route, and every spring, the woods around it are filled, and filled to the brim, with daffodils, more than I could carry.   

I imagine some school teacher wanting to spruce up her new home or a mother planting those bulbs a hundred years ago.  Maybe she wanted to make the school house seem a little more welcoming to some nervous new teacher.  Maybe she just wanted to care for her community.  Or perhaps it was done to please all the little children every spring, who undoubtedly came home with rosy cheeks, wind swept hair, and a chubby fist filled with flowers.  

Then with sparkling eyes and outstretched arms, offering their prize for the delight of their mothers or to grace the teacher's desk.  And here it is, all these many years later, a monument to a simple act of thoughtfulness by some person whose name is lost to time but whose legacy lives on each spring.

So, while I picked (and picked and picked) I couldn't possibly take them all.  What I did take away was a wonderful memory of a beautiful spring morning and a dream and desire to plant my own daffodil garden this autumn in the hopes that I might also leave behind something beautiful that will come again each spring long after I am gone.

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