Cosmic Dreams
I’ve been trying to retrace my digital footprints (thank God Friendster/MySpace/Multiply no longer exist 😅) and I found my old Blogspot account. It was mostly the random ramblings of my 18-year old self, which I’d rather not rehash, but I did find this entry that I think is worth resharing.
I remember being inspired after visiting Christian Lacroix the Costumier exhibition at the National Museum of Singapore - inspired by how the man filled his reality with his imagination. I started making tutus and flower crowns shortly after that. I just loved the allusion a headpiece or a poufy skirt can have to other worlds - worlds of times past and worlds of an ethereal nature, and the simple whimsy they added to my life. This little project of mine used to fill my head with fancy so I wrote short little stories to complement my wreaths. Finding this post reminded me of how much I used to love writing. By no means are my musings author-material but they do give me a glimpse of my younger self and how my mind was full of daydreams and possibilities.
Originally posted on November 10, 2009
“I’m not serving my own universe, but I am responsible for illustrating the imaginary world of others, sharing it with inspiration.”
Inspired by the great man himself, I found myself making these magical pieces.
Victorian Spring
Penelope was always a great romantic. Her dreams are filled with sweet young ladies in intricate corsets and colorful ball gowns, happily enjoying the company of chivalrous men in their dapper suits. She imagines the women’s soft laughter being drowned by the sound of the horses’ hooves hitting the cobblestoned streets. Oh, how she longed to be part of this world of horse-drawn carriages, delicate ball gowns, freshly picked flowers and coquettish romances. A world that once was, a world that will never be again. But she has her dreams and the flowers that she wears on her hair to remind her of the yesteryears her heart yearns for.
Summer Frolic
Lily spends most of her summer days lying in fields of flowers. Her cheeks are often flushed from the heat of the warm summer sun and her eyes sparkle at the thought of popsicles and distant lands that lay beyond her reach. Her mother thought it was silly for Lily to spend her days with her head in the clouds, but Lily knew otherwise.
She knew her daydreams would take her places someday. But for the meantime, she'd rather laze around and make crowns of flowers.
Autumn 's Embrace
Chelsea loves to sit in the park under her favorite tree which she lovingly calls Monica. Monica is a regal tree with branches that stretch out far and wide. She has witnessed most of Chelsea's life from her quiet little spot - from Chelsea's first bike ride to her first driving lesson, her first love and her first heartbreak. Just as Chelsea has witnessed how the seasons have changed her favorite tree, Monica has likewise seen how her ward has grown and bloomed into a magnificent woman. And around this time of the year, for the past 10 years or so, when Monica's leaves are just about to change its colors, Chelsea would spend an entire day just sitting in her special nook and watch as each deep-hued colored leaf gathered around her. She mindlessly creates a wreath of leaves and flowers that have fallen from Monica’s branches and the neighboring bushes, a little souvenir until spring comes around again.
Child's Play
Marisa and Rosie are two of the most contrasting sisters you will ever meet. They hardly agree on anything and quarrel over almost everything, but if there is one thing that they can agree on, it is child’s play. They both love to play make believe and let their imaginations run wild. Sometimes, they dress up in their swimsuits and pretend they’re explorers battling great and monstrous beasts in search of the sunken city, Atlantis. Other times, they would gather little rosebuds from their mother’s garden and make headbands and pretend they were nymphs protecting an enchanted forest. No matter what adventure they find themselves in, they were always fighting for the same team and keeping each other safe. These are the times when they are truly sisters to reckon with.