The Blossoms Started to Fall

It's cherry pink and apple blossom white

When your true lover comes your way
It's cherry pink and apple blossom white
The poets say

The story goes that once a cherry tree
Beside an apple tree did grow,
And there a boy once met his bride to be
Long, long ago

The boy looked into her eyes
It was a feat to enthrall
The breezes started their sighs
The blossoms started to fall
And, as they gently caressed
The lovers looked up to find
The branches of the two trees
Were intertwined

And so that's why the poets often write
When there's a new moon up above
It's cherry pink and apple blossom white
When you're in love 

-Perez Prado

About 4 years ago, while thrifting, I came across a cut of vintage silk fabric that was in perfect condition and printed with the most beautiful blooming cherry trees. I couldn't decide what to do with it, so I stowed it away. It was too precious to use for just anything, so I waited for a special occasion, an idea that would do it justice. Then, recently my mom came across her petticoat slips from high school (1955) and donated them to my cause. After cutting it to length and hand dying it a delightful pink, it is now giving all kinds of volume to the cherry blossom skirt I finally created. I hope this lives on with a person who covets it with the same reverence I do.

xoxo

PS Do you love the matching hair bow?