the fault lay on the arrogance of youth...well, this story has nothing to do with that pronouncement...i wrote it coz i like the sound of it...anyway, this is the story of the poor white skirt:
i am born pristine white as a new canvas...on my conception, a few beautiful strips of intricate white laces were sewn on a few levels along my cottony length, horizontally...a few white ribbons were interwoven amongst these laces...to protect my wearer's modesty, a layer of plain white cloth was sewn inside me...i am born attractive and beautiful...i reminded girls of summer fun and cuteness...i represented modesty and youth...on the day of my sale, my friends and i were grabbed like gold on 99% off sale...i was bought by this nice lady, called nana...she treated me nicely...i was well-worn coz she said 'u're my favourite friend!' repeatedlt to me...she said i fit with everything and i fit for every occasion...she sometimes treated me too kindly and hand-washed me...she even sometimes ironed me to make me prettier...
alas, my happiness did not last long...one day, after too much machine wash, one of my white ribbons which were interlaced between the white laces was torn off from it's mooring...i cried copiously but alas, my owner just pull the whole white ribbon off from me...i was hurt and delusioned...then, she spilled food on top of me...i was stained...she didn't take care of me properly so the stain became a permanent part of me...i was not pristine white ever again...that is not the worst to come...then, nana accidently torn me...twice on 2 different places...i bled and the pain was excruciating...she was kind enough to stitch me but i scarred for life...never again i believe her promise of friendship and loyalty...she treated me more carelessly as time passed...
i was wary for a long time...what else will nana do to hurt me, intentionally or otherwise?i was sad and nothing could make me happy, unless she put me away in her closet...there, no one can hurt me...i felt safe and protected in that place...the closet is my only sanctuary...even so, sometimes i felt lonely in there...the others, the brown skirt, the red longish top, the white pants and other clothes didn't understand me...they were never nana's favourite, except for nana's black jeans...even so, nana black jeans are always hung outside the closet so i don't have much chance to talk to her...i think other clothes think i am spoiled...
however, nana never leave me in the closet too long...she loves me too much to leave me be...she still wore me from time to time...one day, after a long wear, she decided to clean me...she thought of all the wear and tear on me and decided to wash me with other delicates, her head scarves...she put the machine on delicate and i love her again for such caring...but again, she forgot...she put a red scarf which cries a lot when washed...the red scarf's tears are red and her tears bled on my delicate skin...i am now pink...my tears are dried now...i have no more tears left to cry...
this is the story of my life...
-the end-
anyway, the white skirt is now pristine (well, not so pristine but still...) white again...it is bleached for days and the pink is managed to be bleached off, thankfully...she may have been hurt in the bleaching process but the hurt must be assuaged by the final product, her whiteness...and nana still loves her, no matter what...
-this is a dedication for my favourite white skirt, i still love u too much!-
i am born pristine white as a new canvas...on my conception, a few beautiful strips of intricate white laces were sewn on a few levels along my cottony length, horizontally...a few white ribbons were interwoven amongst these laces...to protect my wearer's modesty, a layer of plain white cloth was sewn inside me...i am born attractive and beautiful...i reminded girls of summer fun and cuteness...i represented modesty and youth...on the day of my sale, my friends and i were grabbed like gold on 99% off sale...i was bought by this nice lady, called nana...she treated me nicely...i was well-worn coz she said 'u're my favourite friend!' repeatedlt to me...she said i fit with everything and i fit for every occasion...she sometimes treated me too kindly and hand-washed me...she even sometimes ironed me to make me prettier...
alas, my happiness did not last long...one day, after too much machine wash, one of my white ribbons which were interlaced between the white laces was torn off from it's mooring...i cried copiously but alas, my owner just pull the whole white ribbon off from me...i was hurt and delusioned...then, she spilled food on top of me...i was stained...she didn't take care of me properly so the stain became a permanent part of me...i was not pristine white ever again...that is not the worst to come...then, nana accidently torn me...twice on 2 different places...i bled and the pain was excruciating...she was kind enough to stitch me but i scarred for life...never again i believe her promise of friendship and loyalty...she treated me more carelessly as time passed...
i was wary for a long time...what else will nana do to hurt me, intentionally or otherwise?i was sad and nothing could make me happy, unless she put me away in her closet...there, no one can hurt me...i felt safe and protected in that place...the closet is my only sanctuary...even so, sometimes i felt lonely in there...the others, the brown skirt, the red longish top, the white pants and other clothes didn't understand me...they were never nana's favourite, except for nana's black jeans...even so, nana black jeans are always hung outside the closet so i don't have much chance to talk to her...i think other clothes think i am spoiled...
however, nana never leave me in the closet too long...she loves me too much to leave me be...she still wore me from time to time...one day, after a long wear, she decided to clean me...she thought of all the wear and tear on me and decided to wash me with other delicates, her head scarves...she put the machine on delicate and i love her again for such caring...but again, she forgot...she put a red scarf which cries a lot when washed...the red scarf's tears are red and her tears bled on my delicate skin...i am now pink...my tears are dried now...i have no more tears left to cry...
this is the story of my life...
-the end-
anyway, the white skirt is now pristine (well, not so pristine but still...) white again...it is bleached for days and the pink is managed to be bleached off, thankfully...she may have been hurt in the bleaching process but the hurt must be assuaged by the final product, her whiteness...and nana still loves her, no matter what...
-this is a dedication for my favourite white skirt, i still love u too much!-
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