Fashionable Dreams

[mishalak]

I ate a peach last night before bed. It was a truly beautiful fruit and while I slept I dreamed that was making a shirt from cloth like peach skin. It was a little bit velvety and slithered about on the sewing machine. The color was the same as a peach as well, a pinkish orange with brushes here and there of a rich red. The dream fragmented and made less sense as it went along, but I remember that I was wearing jeans that I had made as well. Instead of being flat there was a pouch in the crotch, nothing extreme, just enough to make them more comfortable like well made underwear. I doubt that I could find this perfect peach cloth to make a shirt, especially one as cool as the one in my dreams, but I might consider making myself some PG-13 jeans like I wore last night while dancing away from demons.

I have had other dreams about fantastic clothing. And daydreams as well. One of my favorites is of a comfortable short sleeved shirt, like a Hawaiian, but with a narrow turned up collar to protect the neck a bit from the intense mountain sunlight. The print would be Coloradan things like scattered gold aspen leaves on the forest floor and pale yellow sunsets over dusky purple mountains. Maybe a prairie field with our light grasses and lots of bright orange Indian Paintbrush under a dark blue high plains sky.

More unlikely was the tie with the moving drips of black ink, but that's starting to cross over from fantasy clothing to just plain magic. Slightly more feasible (but not much) was the tee shirt made of some sort of fiber optic plastic such that the whole thing glowed from light poured into it from the edge by a LED.

I guess all this shows the kind of obsession I have with clothes, eh?
 

Comments

[magentamn.livejournal.com]

Ooo, peachskin clothes! I love the idea. I'd met silks that might be close in texture. Horrible to work with, I'd never try myself, but glorious on the skin. (I'm a baker, not a tailor)

I bet that t-shirt made from fiber optic will be available in a few years.

[mishalak.livejournal.com]

Hurm... Silk sounds about right. Now if I could find the right color I'd be a quarter of the way there. Then I would need to figure out how to brush on a bit of red here and there without it bleading all over the place in the wash. Then all I would have to be is nuts enough to try sewing a tight silk shirt. Maybe I'll just keep haunting stores. <grin>

[crazysoph.livejournal.com]

Wow, this is a really cool dream!

On this basis, excuse me while I go friend you!

Crazy(you replied to my comment in replyhazy's journal, so I "followed you home" so to speak)Soph

[mishalak.livejournal.com]

Funny, I went over there because of this (http://www.livejournal.com/users/bibliofile/25718.html) discussion over in bibliofile's LJ. Well now I have to friend you back, I can't live with people friending me and me not doing the same. <goofy grin>

[crazysoph.livejournal.com]

Well, you don't have to live with it - as it's all bits and bytes, anyway!

That said, it's still considerate of you to friend this relative stranger; I wouldn't have had any problems if you didn't "friend" me (I have a number of these "assymmetricals" on my reading list at the moment), but it's nice to see the next layer under the onion (a couple locked posts now having revealed themselves...)

Cheers!

Crazy(more than some, less than others)Soph

[mishalak.livejournal.com]

I've got lots of layers, but in other ways I like to live openly. Friending someone here, for me, is a good thing that I hand out to lots of people rather than something I try to keep all locked up. I figure everything I put on LJ is fit for general consumption, but just not by certain small groups like my employer and perhaps my parents as well. I do have a few secrets that I keep perfect silence on and have never told anyone anything about. But aside from those I tell everyone most everything about myself. I agree with a certain BtVS character, "Oh, please. Like shame is something to be proud of?" –Cordelia

Though I don't brag about certain things, I never hide them.