Marie Juliette's Profile
I used to believe in magic. Thankfully, Grand-Maman's chiffonier provided a porthole to my boundless imagination. By tugging on its reluctant drawers, inhaling a mélange of Chanel No 5 and naphthalene, I would emerge as H.G. Wells traveling companion. As I ceremoniously wrapped myself in discarded cloth, silk dresses brittle as spun sugar, tattered crinolines and gossamer shawls would dissolve in my feverish hands like cobwebs. Basking in the afternoon light, I would stand, regal and triumphant - Queen for a day.
Although my childhood aspirations to rule a small kingdom waned as years went by, my fascination with hand-me-downs soon became a fixation. Often, as I roamed the cobbled streets of Québec, in search of frayed choir boys surplices and torn petticoats, I would convince myself that the persona of the former owners would seep into my pores...
- Born on December 18
- Joined May 6, 2010