RetroChic & Morrigan
Have you ever noticed how some old dresses seem to whisper? I suspect there's more than just thread at play.
Oh, absolutely! Those old gowns feel like they’re holding secret stories, like a diary in silk. Each frill and seam has a memory of the ballroom, the scandal, or the quiet street that once wore it. I love tracing that history, as if the fabric itself is whispering its own little vintage gossip.
They do, but only when the moon is still. The silk remembers what it was, not what it wants.
Exactly, when the moon is quiet the old silk sighs with its own memory, like a whisper from a past decade. It’s never about what it wants now, just the echo of yesterday’s elegance.
So long, whispers are only true when they’re not trying to speak again.
Ah, but a quiet whisper never really fades, it just waits for the right moonlit moment to return.