Return - II - 100% Cotton

The way clothes adapt to the curves of my body is sublime.
Cotton more than silk or polyester.
Like a giant pencil that defines me against the big canvas of my life.
No profile though. Never liked my profile.
Garments reflect me from within. In colour and texture.
Different patterns for different areas of my existence.
Skin on velvet for my sadness.
Silk will make me shiver.
No synthectic suffocation!
For the seasons of my life I wrap myself in woolor linnen
But at heart,
I am 100% cotton.
Wash separately.
Do not bleach.
Avoid tumble dry and cold iron.
My wrinkles will not fade anyway.
So, unbutton and tie me up in laces,
and stain these fibres and my memories.
Take me on a catwalk.
We will be fashion.