Post by MIRIAM JACOB on Sept 21, 2008 5:00:50 GMT -5
Handmade garments....
Your clothing is haute couture,
Because I am the Designer,
The Fitter, the Tailor...
From fabric selection, then cut out and fitting,
To the last tender stitches...
With thread golden or cotton,
It is all of My choosing...
It is My hand that accomplishes,
The completed design...
That I envision upon you,
A new one is chosen,
For every season and year,
Such a fit, so well suited...
Then walk will you, down the Runway of Life
And proudly strut your stuff...?
My stuff! Our stuff.... my darling!
Yes, yes you belong here,
In front of those eyes gathered,
To watch your life's pathways,
Receive standing ovation,
From Me at the finish,
For with this applause...
There are many who decide now,
To don My apparel,
Created also for them...
With custom design,
All are one of a kind...
No tearing of fabric,
No stitches unravelled,
For I masterfully lock,
Each detail into place,
That is your assurance,
That is My great grace...
© IRIS WOYTOWICH
Your clothing is haute couture,
Because I am the Designer,
The Fitter, the Tailor...
From fabric selection, then cut out and fitting,
To the last tender stitches...
With thread golden or cotton,
It is all of My choosing...
It is My hand that accomplishes,
The completed design...
That I envision upon you,
A new one is chosen,
For every season and year,
Such a fit, so well suited...
Then walk will you, down the Runway of Life
And proudly strut your stuff...?
My stuff! Our stuff.... my darling!
Yes, yes you belong here,
In front of those eyes gathered,
To watch your life's pathways,
Receive standing ovation,
From Me at the finish,
For with this applause...
There are many who decide now,
To don My apparel,
Created also for them...
With custom design,
All are one of a kind...
No tearing of fabric,
No stitches unravelled,
For I masterfully lock,
Each detail into place,
That is your assurance,
That is My great grace...
© IRIS WOYTOWICH