Czerwona sukienka. / The Red Dress.

The Red Dress

I always saw, I always said

If I were grown and free,

I’d have a gown of reddest red

As fine as you could see,

To wear out walking, sleek and slow,

Upon a Summer day,

And there’d be one to see me so

And flip the world away.

And he would be a gallant one,

With stars behind his eyes,

And hair like metal in the sun,

And lips too warm for lies.

I always saw us, gay and good,

High honored in the town.

Now I am grown to womanhood….

I have the silly gown.

Od momentu, kiedy ją po raz pierwszy zobaczyłam na stronie Metropolitan Museum of Art, zakochałam się w niej. W jej kroju, kolorze, fakturze, zdobieniach. Została Sukienką. Niewykluczone, że to właśnie ją będę się starała uszyć jeszcze w tym roku. Na razie popatrzcie i popodziwiajcie razem ze mną. :)

From the very moment I first saw it on the Metropolitan Museum of Art's website, I fell in love with that dress. With the cut, the colour, the texture, the trimmings. It became The Dress. I think this might be the one that I'll try to recreate this year. But for now, just look and admire it with me. :)

Wiersz autorstwa Dorothy Parker.
The poem is by Dorothy Parker.

I hope you like it as much as I do! :)

A bientôt!