As I continue the never-ending chore of packing and purging, I contemplate this box I came across labeled "Lorraine's Corsages" in a Kinney Shoe Store box (does anyone remember Kinney's Shoes?) The box hasn't been opened in almost 30 years - the flowers are faded but intact. Each colored ribbon matched every dress I wore to the Christmas Formal, Homecoming, Sweetheart's Dance, Prom, etc. There are 11 in all. I delicately pick up every one and think of each boy who presented them. Nervous and handsome in rented tux, awkward as they presented and attempted to pin them on. I lovingly think of each of their mothers who most certainly reminded their boys that this was an obligatory token. "What color is her dress?" I imagine they said." I don't remember packing these treasures away, but I remember well every dance, every boy, every good night kiss. I wonder if I thought that some day I would open this box again and smile remembering young love and butterflies in my stomach. I think I will hold on to them just a little longer. They don't take up much space in my closet, but they occupy a large part of my heart. #prom #firstkiss #corsage #sentimental #younglove #takemetothedance#thedance #comfortofmemories #travelingartist#artistwandererdreamer #lorrainebell
I'm longing to jump into a pile of leaves. Fall is here, my favorite, and yet I find myself so melancholy. Something about the passage of time I guess. I love living in the south, but there should be changing leaves--and at least a hint of some cool weather. Memories of kicking up leaves and the smells of summer fading into autumn. Walking with my hands buried in my pockets to protect them from the cold. Ah, I love Fall!