The Heart Knows

Beauty at a touch

Beauty at a touch

 My heart knew I was a designer….

before it ever dawned on me. 

At least my dolls knew.  

Barbie and Skipper were my muses. 

Ken was my first willing male model.  

Like Cinderella, I lived in my own little world imagining elaborate stories. 

Hours upon hours I created designs for whatever story or extravaganza production I invented with my dolls. 

At age ten I could see clothing designs appear like sculptors envision their creations. 

Even then fabrics spoke to me compelling me to translate into a creation meant for that fabric only. 

A stroke to fabric and I heard music as a violinist strums her strings. 

The heart knows what the heart wants.

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